Tears
I saw a watering can today,
Nothing special you may say.
But as I looked it leaked a tear,
From its spout a poppy did appear.
I looked again and saw a face,
Somehow it didn't look out of place.
'twas a soldiers face upon that can,
He was long gone, but the tears still flow,
As if to say I'm gone, but I want you to know,
This watering can filled with all my tears,
Will grow more poppies for many years.
Many have died, more will, and yet,
We still wear the Poppy.
Lest we forget.
God Bless
© Dave Timperley for 11/11/11/2017
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2017
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