In a Poppy Field

In a poppy field.... Before the Great War Children danced and played... In bright colours.... That I saw The mud churned.... Men ,dead Men, dying Men, bleeding and raw Men, crying Men, aimlessly led Guns, firing, in the bright colours that I saw Vast regiments.... Disappearing in the light.... Gone forever.... It made no sense The wasted men.... Gone in to the night In a poppy field.... After the Great War No one danced.... No one came.... Men, With no name Sealed.... In a trench.... In France Such despair.... In a field of such colour I felt it there.... The War.... To end all wars.... In a poppy field Where children played Bright colours..... In a poppy field There lay.... The hearts of men