For Those Who Never Came Home

In fields where poppies gently sway,
We honour those who have passed away.
Their sacrifice is a debt we owe,
On this solemn day, we remember and show.

Brave hearts that stood in fields of strife,
For the love of freedom, they gave their life.
In silence, we reflect and pray,
For heroes who never came home that day.

Their names are etched in history’s book
Soldiers all, from lancer, to cook
We wear the poppy, a symbol true,
To honour the red, the white, the blue.

In every whisper of the breeze,
Their spirits linger among the trees.
On Remembrance Day, we stand as one,
To say, “Thank you,” for a duty done.

So, let us stop and bow our head,
For those who lay amongst the dead.
Their memory lives, undimmed, uncowed,
In fields of poppies, heads are bowed.