I gazed at the poppy field from my bedroom window. The red poppies glistening gently in the morning frost. I strolled down the newly carpeted stairs. “I’m going to the fields” I bellowed as I stepped onto the stone porch. Slowly I stepped off the porch and closed the door. I opened the kennel door to my golden retriever, Max. I grabbed a leash and clipped it onto his collar. I strolled down the passage to the poppy field. A gentle breeze flicking at my hair. I got to the gate and slipped back the beam. I unclipped the leash and he bolted away. I knelt down and prayed for the soldiers who fought in WWI.