Somewhere

In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
perpetual glow!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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La France Avatar
January 22, 2020 at 11:27 AM
Brian, the beginning of your poem is so deep it just captures the reader to continue- "In dead-man's land, red poppies grow, Fertilised by blood".. well done _Constance
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January 22, 2020 at 11:49 AM
Yes Constance,a personal fave in some ways.Thanks for our ongoing support here and with both my contest formats
Sweetheart Avatar
October 22, 2009 at 12:54 PM
Brian ... u have perfectly captured another realm... Somewhere is a fantastic piece of poetry... thankxxx for your compliments on my poetry also.. it is exciting to communicate with such richly talented and creative poets on PoetrySoup.... Linda-Marie
Nutter Avatar
October 21, 2009 at 3:05 AM
I have to agree this is really good. Into my favorites it goes as well. A. W. Nutter www.freewebs.com/abcedit
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October 20, 2009 at 12:42 AM
A MASTERPIECE! BRIAN. INSTANTLY TO MY FAVORITE LIST. LAINIE
Gass Avatar
October 19, 2009 at 8:03 AM
Sad but so beautifully written, this touches the heart, Brian. Until Christ returns to claim all those who belong to Him war will be an unfortunate part of this life. Very moving poetry. Love, Robin
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October 19, 2009 at 7:28 AM
That is what is needed. Keep writing. Sara
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October 19, 2009 at 4:23 AM
This is wonderful, i like this very much. x Kate.
Kelly Avatar
October 19, 2009 at 2:21 AM
Excellent piece , Sir Brian and the wars go on and on and the old Vets who survive will march . I recently saw a TV show on , Harry Patch , who passed away at the ripe old age of 111 yrs . The last surviving Vet of WW1 , who lived to defy the war "that would end all wars" ...
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