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POPPIES RED

We did not come here on the orders of others

We came freely, our own choice, blown by the soft winds

scattered o'er many a mile

Landed upon Flanders Fields and rested a while

 

Then death came, disturbed the earth

Destruction hit the ground in which we slept so quietly

Awoke us from our slumber sweet

To witness tragedies and defeat

 

Now we are risen

and in our place beneath lie men and boys of courage, strong and true

Who fought valiantly but now lay slain

Our gentle roots entwine around their bodies that remain

 

Each dawn we wake for them and face the summer sun

At night our gaze doth meet moon

We stand tall and proud and dip our heads

And honour them that lie beneath with our petals red

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Written by
manda-clement
Published
Jul 15, 2014
Lines·Words
16·132
Notes

Another WW1 inspired poem. Poppy seeds can lay dormant for many years before flowering. This is what happened on the battlefields of ww1. The earth was disturbed with all the shelling and death and destruction and released the seeds that had been laying dormant. How beautiful yet so sad.

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#war#prayer#flowers#flower#zone#poppies#ww1#poppy
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