The smell of salt was in the air ,
the sound of gunshots echoed.
Many men were preparing for the long journey home,
one felt as if he was abandoning his dead friend.
More days past,
the next night he had to leave.
This was his last chance,
with some poppies he tried to say goodbye.
His family now meaningless,
too overwhelmed with sadness.
The world now darkened,
only one friend remains.
This day we will return to his place of death,
they lay poppies once more.
They will remember.
They will never forget his bravery,
that saved their lives.
By Jasmine C
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