Joyce Hemsley

Rookie (22.9.28 / Portsmouth England)

Bullets And Poppies - Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Bullets were flying
and soldiers were dying
as crimson poppies
swayed in the breeze,
beyond the trenches
beyond the green leas
in the fourteen-eighteen war
'the war to end all wars'
but these words sadly
failed to please.

The poppy's the emblem
and sorrowful hearts in sympathy
wander back to Flanders Fields
where thousands of comrades
were shamefully killed.
Golden the archives,
with names of the heroes...
and the poppy still sways
in the breeze, because
wars will never cease.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 2, 2008


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