Poppy.....
There were fields
Fields
Fields
And fields
Of you as far as a mind can stretch
Vibrant blooms
Of scarlet youth
Praising a young son-
Set
Existing on planes
By weathered veins
Standing side by side
Whilst weary owl
Sat and scowled
As magpie plucked his pride
Planting seeds of fear and need
Brutality
Ruled the reins
And time
And time
And time
Rolled by
With more loss
Than was gain
And tears they dropped as prairie dogs
Starving in a trench
And time was gone
And loves forlorn
Less
Left
Ponder pon park bench
There were fields
And
Fields
Fields
Of you as far as the mind can stretch
And all that's left
Are the wretched few
Aged
And just left.....
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Thank you for reading
Poppy's. remembrance
Owl Churchill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They shall not grow old... Lest we forget. The poppies as the diggers, a great metaphor. Delicate and long thin form like a poppy.