In the week before the eleventh dawn,
Red poppies bloom, their petals so drawn.
A tribute to Britain whose bravely fell,
For their life country’s honor weave to spell.
On this day, the war's end and people recall,
«At the hour of eleven, we remember to all:
In fields where battles once did full of rage,
Poppies arose, a poignant have page!».
Delicate blooms with fleeting each grace,
Echoing blood in trembl embrace.
In penned poems, their stories unfold,
«In Flanders a Fields» – a tale from retold.
On the second Sunday, people gather a near,
The Family Royal and leaders appear.
At Cenotaph, silence takes to dispite,
Because song «The Last Post» their honor as right.
In Remembrance day
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