Sunday, April 25, 2010

ANZAC is for Remembrance

A Poem for Remembrance Day

"The inquisitive mind of a child"

poppyWhy are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.

But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.

But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.

poppyThe heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.

But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.

Author Unknown

This poem is from the website


Michelle said...

Thank you for posting - so many good posts this Anzac day :)

Your Cheeky Monkey said...

I agree Michelle, it has been a very moving day today hasn't it.

kbxmas said...

What a beautiful poem. We rented Gallipoli yesterday. So painful to watch.

Your Cheeky Monkey said...

Gallipoli is an amazing movie!! I remember studying it in school, and it is still vivid in my mind.