Woodhorn Colliery

The Poppies

In fields poppies grow

Between crosses in every row

Soldiers fought for us

Why could they not discuss?

So many ones we love

Are now looking down from above

They risked their life

Sometimes fighting with only a knife

So we wouldn’t die

But now in the ground they lie

The soldiers are calling

The last poppy has fallen.

By Jasmine & Sharday.