They went to war in their teams
full of hope and dreams
ready to fight and do it right
fight for country, fight for queen
through day and night
they would stay
in the trenches together
they endeavored
in the trenches came the struggle
to continue, to survive
the rats and fleas
the illness and death
surrounding the soldiers
as they fell too
to their graves
in the meadows where they fought
full of destruction and sorrow
in the midst of the darkness
grew the poppies
red like the fallen soldiers blood
and as bright as the light that used to fill their hearts
they went to war in their teams
full of hope and dreams
ready to fight and do it right
fight for country, fight for queen.
Excellent poem Melissa, very nice first poem and quiet vivid too.
ready to fight and do it right, beautiful one, go on. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Astounding ha I guess I use that word a lot but I just love poems that flow, that is amazing poem because the words weren't forced into rhyming they went together and you use great metaphor when you compare the blood to the poppies. Talent...absolute talent.