Face down in the dirt,
earth around him scared by enemy fire.
Shots fly overhead,
the sound of fire deafening him.
Earth turning to smokey dust,
only the red poppies remain untouched by the war around them.
Time seems to freeze as bullets penetrate his comrades skin then they collapse to the ground,
never to see their families again.
Throbbing and pulsating he realises he was hit,
his arm now useless.
Shelter is needed but none could be found,
except one trench by the poppies standing proud and tall.
A German soldier was found wounded on the ground of the trench,
he helped him, he did.
A bark of a savior came from the top of the trench,
with a note and a poppy placed in its collar, he left.
He returned with help at his side.
They will forever remember how a puppy with a poppy saved their lives.
By Jasmine C
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