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Poppies in the wind
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Poppies in the wind |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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POPPIES IN THE WIND So slowly as the sun did rise Across November fields Like sentinels new windmills stand Would Don Quixote yield A baby blue and pink tinged sky But in the west still dark And by the stream the tree still stands Their names etched in her bark First autumn frost and summer lost Soon cold within the bones And falling leaves so golden brown The eastern wind just moans A poppy day remember them Their names etched in the stone Whose mother’s son was lost that day And did they die alone A trumpet sounds and village bells Ghost child plays on the green That childhood lost in foreign fields Those trenches now serene So many years are mem'ries lost Are poppies worn with pride And on the cross the roll call grows Does pain leave like the tide MJH c. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I'm wearing my poppy proudly, hope everyone is . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
Michelmas, thanks for the thought...no mas...no mas... enjoyed the poem.RV |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
No the pain is always there.Nicely written. ~Victoria~ "If music be the food of love, play on." (William Shakespeare) |
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