309 Intermediate Poem, Second Place Hanna Grover – Branch #008 - White Rock Lest we Forget Lest we forget the brave soldiers who bled the deep crimson color the shivering thud sound of bodies falling on the stained battle field the silence rumbling louder until not a breath can be heard Lest we forget the shadow of the white cross rows and rows like a sorrow painting each engravement on the wood each groove and crack telling a tale like a scattered story Lest we forget each poppy that sways in the wind today was once the place where rifles had fallen we see the mesmerizing red flower forgetting the people who once had seen nothing but pain They said time heals all wounds but wounds still leave a scar and these scars are the reason we say Lest we Forget Lest we Forget Lest we Forget
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