Virna Sheard

(1865-1943 / Ontario)

A Song Of Poppies - Poem by Virna Sheard

I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies!
Sun-worshippers are they;
Gladly as trees live through a hundred summers
They live one little day.

I love red poppies! Impassioned scarlet poppies!
Ever their strange perfume
Seems like an essence brewed by fairy people
From an immortal bloom.

I love red poppies! Red, silken, swaying poppies!
Deep in their hearts they keep
A magic cure for woe--a draught of Lethe--
A lotus-gift of sleep.

I love red poppies! Soft silver-stemmed, red poppies,
That from the rain and sun
Gather a balm to heal some earth-born sorrow,
When their glad day is done.


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  • Gold Star - 16,408 Points * Sunprincess * (6/27/2014 9:43:00 PM)

    ..............red poppies are one of the most beautiful flowers....loved reading this beautiful poem... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 30, 2010



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