In Memory Of All Our RWF and R Welsh Fallen Comrades

"The inquisitive mind of a child"


Why are they selling Poppies, Mummy?
Selling Poppies in town today.
The Poppies child, are flowers of Love.
For the men who marched away.

But why have they chosen a Poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful Rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where Poppies grow.

But why are the Poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.

The heart of the Poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child is the symbol of grief.
For the men and women who never came back.

But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child
For the World is forgetting again.

Author Unknown

"We will Remember them"

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