#poppyfieldsofmemory
In twilight’s embrace, a soldier lies still,
Bathed in gold, on the battlefield’s hill.
Green grass caressed by crimson's soft sheen,
Where poppies bloom, in silence they glean.
A tapestry woven of valour and loss,
The dreams he defended, now heavy to toss.
Eyes sealed in slumber, a peaceful retreat,
The echoes of battles, his heart's final beat.
Beside him, a comrade, stoic and worn,
With hands pressed to chest, where courage was born.
In prayer, they commune with the spirits they’ve lost,
For freedom's sweet promise, they carry the cost.
The smoke drifts afar, a ghost of the fight,
Yet poppies stand tall, against darkness and night.
Their vibrant red song, a bittersweet cry,
For dreams of tomorrow, where hope will not die.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:30 AM UTC