Poppy

As I strolled along the riverside, the cream pearl path led me towards a stone bridge. Artists sat nearby, the mens crisp moustaches added delight as each brush stroke swept across the canvas's full of complimentary colours, adding life to the pink blossomed trees what danced delightfully by the river. The view was magnificent. 'Great Grand papa lets play catch!' 'I'm tired Poppy, come and help me catch some fish my angel.' 'Okay Great Grand papa can I hold the net?'
These were some of the precious memories I have of my Great Granddad Jimmy, he was my hero. Today was his birthday and I got my favourite fishing rod and sat at our favourite spot, the birds sang on high branches above me it was so magical. The sun shone brightly and made the freshly cut grass scent tickle my nose. The water ripples formed a calm layer on the rivers surface, this was a perfect day to fish. As the sun sneaked behind the clouds I decided to go under the massive oak tree nearby to eat my sandwiches. 'Your Grandma has made us sweet jam sandwiches Poppy, eat them all up.' 'Yum...My favourite, Grandma makes the best jam sandwiches.'
As I finished my sandwiches the memories I had with my hero made me feel proud of the life I had. Although he wasn't here to share the good days with me I knew he'd still be smiling. The sun tiptoed from behind the clouds to reveal its warmth again, I packed my lunch box back into my rucksack and was about to continue fishing when I was suddenly blinded by a radiant glow, as I placed my hand in front of my face to hide my eyes I was welcomed by an engraved silver box. I pushed the dirt what was surrounding it aside and placed it in my hands. I slowly pushed the lid up when it suddenly flipped open. There, lay... 3 golden medals sitting elegantly in the silk lined box, the ribbon surrounding the two gold circled medals and one star added colour to them individually. 'Grandpa why have you got a scratch on your face?' 'Don't worry sweetie its from