War Of The Seasons Poem by Joyce Hemsley

War Of The Seasons



Imaginary.

Springtime and bombs were still flying

Across the war-torn terrain.

Summer and soldiers lay dying

Praying for help in their pain.

Autumn and mothers were hoping

To greet their dear sons once again

But in Winter the poppy stopped growing

And the Army fought on in the rain.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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