Friday, 11 November 2011

Remember them

The following poem is written by my seven-year-old daughter and the head teacher put her in the prestigious Gold Book for her effort. I feel so proud of her, no one helped her to write it.

The Poppy Blows

The poppies blow
The poppies blow
All shiny and red
In the field
In the field
Where the poppy lives
Always silent
Always silent
The poppy is God
The poppy is God
Over again is blood
The poppy is red
The poppy is red
The poppy blows
The poppy blows
All shiny and red,
In the field
In the field.

7 comments:

Gem said...

Beautiful x x x x

Shabbily By The Sea said...

So beautiful,made me tear up,bless the princess's little heart xx

Shabbily By The Sea said...

Hi Gem,
I have asthma too and the reason we chose Pom Pom is because she is a Bichon Frise and doesn't molt so i can hug her all day.
I will give your love to the sea and tell the princess i think her poem is wonderful and she should be really proud xxx

Kate said...

How lovely and poignant, well done to your daughter. K xx

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

OMG. First of all, I was going to post on an idea about RED. Then, I was having ideas about the blood that was shed during this Veterans' Day holiday in the USA and Rememberance Day in Canada.....their symbol is the poppy....

NOW for the depth and beautiful insight of your daughter....this is just stunning. Pure, I mean, PURE poetry. Thank you dearest for coming to visit me and I wish you the STRENGTH to fly over the roof tops and find your next home...it is there...walk and walk until you feel that strength and you find what you need.

Anita

Grateful4Crochet said...

Your daughter has clearly inherited her mothers writing talent!

fee @ chipper nelly said...

don't you just love anita??! (my mum says she enjoys reading her comments as much as my blog!)
lovely work by your girl
fee x
♥ happy week ♥