There it was. The staggering field of red blood.Â AllÂ of the fresh flowers on the field. Amazed, overwhelmed, shocked, IÂ gapedÂ atÂ theÂ pulchritudinous poppies. I wanted to remember all those who died in WW1.As I looked at the poppies, a river of tears fell from my watery eyes. Suddenly, a saw something. One of the poppies started to grow and before I knew it, it was as tall as earth. I felt dwarfed as the red flower towered over me. Terrified, horrified, frightened, I shot off like a bullet. Will I survive? Can I escape the poppy monster?