Poem -
Poppies
Dusky meadows vastly stain
Vivid blush blessed reign
Reverence for times past
Resound of battles cast
Heads hung low, tis grave
Remembrance of lives gave
Abloom on war-torn fields
Long ago sacrifice yields
Brave tis soldier's plight
Noble harrowing fight
For whom bell tolls
Poppies honor lost souls
Florid sea of bloodred
Pigments from wounds bled
Ruby fields gently sway
βNeath skies somber gray
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Lisa there is that eerie sensation that I always tend to feel when I think about fields of poppies. For they are so symbolic towards the death in war. You have captured that exquisitely here. You have done poetry proud and left such a tribute to the many who fall. Whoβs souls become etched in those fields of redΒ
Perfectly penned π
Gwen x
Thank you kindly Gwen
wow! emotion wells up! I love tributes to our fallen whom have given all for our freedoms! great write Lisa!........................................................................Jim
thank you Jim