The Poppy

Proud and tall within our fields,
A memory of our dead
A vibrant splash of colour,
A brilliant sea of red.
They stand for pain and suffering,
The killing fields of war
Where men and women perished,
As millions have before.
When will the fighting ever end.
Can we hope there’ll be an hour,
When people live as friends in peace
And the poppy’s just a flower.

(Jacky Leonard © June 2012)

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1 comment so far

  1. Amanda Baker on

    Such a nice poem, and one that I can say means a lot, my favourite flowers


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