Poppy Fields Forever
Poppies in a field of meadow
Tall, blood, red, blooms,.
Only seen by a lonesome scarecrow
Devasted as winter looms.
Young men battling in fields of sludge
For peace and freedom of choice
Some joined to escape their drudge
Allowing us to have our voice.
Poppies in a field of meadow
Tall ,blood, red, blooms,
Representing those brave fellows
Their souls here forever entombed.
Painting By Richard Harpum
