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Fields of Crimson Poppies

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Fields of Crimson Poppies
David J Walker

Tonight I sleep 
            in fields 
Of crimson poppies 

Sunset has 
	    Come and gone
And I alone

Await dawn 
            With brothers  
Lined in rows 

And this is how the 
            order goes
Red is the coverlet 

that fills my eyes
             And tilts my head
to see the coming sunrise

Promises made 
            by sainted chaplains
Yet unrealize  

There will be shade
	    In the aftermath
Of the storm

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Andrew John

Date: 5/28/2022 3:32:00 AM

Sleeping in fields, seeing the possible aftermath of the storm. Interesting thoughts. I'll be looking in on more of your material, D.

David Walker
Date: 5/28/2022 4:08:00 AM

Thank you, John. As a veteran, I wonder if I could have had the courage those WWI soldiers had.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/28/2022 1:25:00 AM

I love to listen to your voice read your poetry David. My husband had the most beautiful deep voice that everyone remarked about when they met him. You also have a very appealing voice and it is wonderful that you read your poetry. I enjoyed this lovely poem very much. Thank you blessings xxoo

David Walker
Date: 5/28/2022 4:10:00 AM

Thank you, Connie. I try to read those words as they come to me. I try to give credit where credit is due.