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We wear red poppies on Remembrance Day,

To represent soldiers lay dead,

There they lay all day,

'What brilliant soldiers' everyone said.

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Remember the soldiers who fought in war,

It was filled with lots of gore,

With them, in the fields the Poppies lay,

For we will never forget on Remembrance Day.

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The soldiers lay dead though they fought with pride,

The poppies were red where the soldiers lied,

They fought as hard as they could, but sadly some died surrounded by blood.

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At 11o'clock we stand and pray,

As we remember the soldiers that saved the day.

In the fields Poppies lay red,

Protecting the soldiers that lay there dead.

Remember remember the 11th of November,

Poppies are red and bluebells are blue,

Soldiers are brave and they fight for us too.

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Poppies grow in a row,

Graves stand on our special land,

Soldiers fight day and night,

To remember in November

We stand and pray on Remembrance Day.

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They lie in their beds waiting for death

watching the bright red poppies in the fields,

hold their last remaing breath,

bravely fighting with their shields

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The poppies blow,

In the cold breeze,

As we freeze,

Along the battlefield,

Every year on November 11,

Then they got to heaven

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The war is so dangrous

When they lay dead

Thank the army for us

is what the people said

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Poppies grow,

In a row,

Graves stand,

On our  special land.

Soldiers fight,

Day and night,

To remember,

In November.

We stand and pray,

On Remembrance day.

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The soldiers fight

Even all night

There armour is heavy

As they trudge throught the mud

When they leek out with blood!

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The red poppies grow,

where soldiers lie below.

They all fought with pride,

but many lost their lives.

We still remember ,

every November

the soldiers that fought for our country.

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The soldiers fight ,

even all night.

Their armour is heavy,

as they trudge through the mud

When they leak out blood.

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In Flanders field they fell for us

Poppy's grew

from dawn til' dusk

bombs fell from the sky

the death rate was very high

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Buy a little poppy

Wear it on your shirt

To remember those soldiers who fell in the dirt

We remember those who fought in battle

Who made their grenades blow and machine guns rattle

We remember the battalions who battled day and night

We thank them for fighting for our rights.

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In the war the soldiers fell,

The guns boom loudly in the sky.

The families have stories to tell,

The Larks gracefully had to fly

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Where the soldiers die,

the red poppys lie.

To mark the grave,

of all the soldiers brave.

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We like the poppies,

We like the fields,

The soldiers died,

And we survived,

They died in war,

And Killed some more.

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In flanders fields soilders fought,

through the war and through the

fields,

unfortunatly they got caught

to return a favour we stay and kneel,

although their love will never cease

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Today is the day,

To remember those  who faded away,

In flandersfield the soldiers lay,

We remember that they fought for us'

for the soldiers who died we stand and

love,

we will never forget what they were

willing to give,
fighting so we could stand + live

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Graves stand firmly from the men who fought for us. In flanders fields  poppeys stand and grow poppeys  are red that represent the blood. people fought and stood. they got killed but they fought as hard as they could. we have rememberance monday to remember tho ones that fought for us.

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Soldiers were brave.

Poppies are red.

Now they lay peaceful,

on their death bed.

They defended our country,

well and stayed true.

Fought in the war,

whilst protecting you.

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The soldiers fight to win the war,

Death is upon more and more,

As some of them breath their final breaths,

And fall to their graves in endless death

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Fantastic, emotive poetry by Y6

Well Done!