Morgan's ANZAC poem

Poppies are red for the blood that was shed

Poppies are black for the souls that were lost

Poppies are worn for the people that fought

Poppies are bright for the day the broke

Poppies are worn for the soldiers that gave

Poppies stand strong in the fields that are gone

Poppies hold dark secrets that none of us know

Poppies smell sweet for the nurses that healed

Poppies burn red for the enemy’s too

Poppies are small but play a big role

Poppies remind us of all these things the one little flower so powerful