The ANZAC Poppy

That lonely poppy standing in the centre
Of the smoky battle feild,
Scarlet petals drifting down.
The wind blows against the lime green stalk,
Which makes the rosey red poppy sway.
The green leaves cover the red blood,
Over the dead soldires,
In the dark, black battle feids.

The poppy crinkles as a sign of bravery,
And a symbol of the tragic war.

Gregor Findlay ( aged 8 years)
1st place ( Wanaka Library Poetry Competition)