Dave Timperley Poet Epitaph

Poppy

Their guns are silent now,
Lying in their graves.
They cannot be killed again,
Lying in their graves.
Their blood won't flow red again,
Lying in their graves.
Pain won't visit them again,
Lying in their graves
Let Poppies grow where they fell.
Laying a blanket on their graves.
Let Poppies grow where they fell,
To show they fell to save.

© Dave Timperley 09/10/2015

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Gail Underwood December 16, 2015 at 2:37 PM This is very powerful a well deserved 7. God Bless Gail Dave Timperley December 17, 2015 at 8:45 AM Since writing this I have received over 10,000 poppy seeds from family and friends. After Christmas I am going to sprinkle them on our garden and throughout the village. Then I pray for a great harvest! God Bless. D.