Poppies
Where Valleys are lush with pastures new
Fresh and crisp, from morning dew;
There soil once sodden, with Soldiers blood
Poppies now stand, where soldiers stood.
Where birds fly high on freedoms wing
To greet this day, with song they sing;
There pilots flew a perilous sky
Poppies would sway, to wave goodbye.
When you held the heads of tearful eyes
They were not of men, but teenage boys;
There dying tears, for mothers care
Poppies would droop, in silent prayer.
See these crosses amass of white
further they stretch, till out of sight,
for in this grave, is where I will be
where my Poppy, stands, to remember me.
D.J.Daniels
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