The early morning mist drifts silently across
the freshly ploughed and seeded fields,
from one ridge to the next hopping birds
are seeking their routine day-break feast.
Along the lane pressed in tarmac the carrion
is being picked apart by hungry crows
who also keep a watchful eye
for speeding traffic and hunting foxes.
The dawns early sunshine starts slowly
burning away the mist and in nearby fields
the blood red poppies awake and stand tall
on their green and strong supporting stems...
but in these green fields of times long past
the mist was smoke and gas, the furrows
craters, the seeds were shells and the crows
were rats as big as cats and the carrion was
the Johns, the Daves, the Jims and Jacks...
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
The early morning mist drifts silently across
the freshly ploughed and seeded fields,
from one ridge to the next hopping birds
are seeking their routine day-break feast.
Along the lane pressed in tarmac the carrion
is being picked apart by hungry crows
who also keep a watchful eye
for speeding traffic and hunting foxes.
The dawns early sunshine starts slowly
burning away the mist and in nearby fields
the blood red poppies awake and stand tall
on their green and strong supporting stems...
but in these green fields of times long past
the mist was smoke and gas, the furrows
craters, the seeds were shells and the crows
were rats as big as cats and the carrion was
the Johns, the Daves, the Jims and Jacks...
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