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
The picture is beautiful and dad as it seems to roll on and on.
ReplyDeleteYou give those who died a voice - thank you
This photo is stunning as are your words...poignant remembrance...
ReplyDeletefeverish red,
ReplyDeleteit is sadness in rosy color.
Thanks for the honorable piece, well done.
Beautiful image, this makes me think somewhat of the story The Scarlet Ibis. I loved that story. Moving tribute
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful, beautiful tribute. :) Hope you had a great weekend!
ReplyDeletesad and a great tribrute
ReplyDeletewow that is an amazing picture...and loved your tribute on this day...it is sad...and we should honor them more...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. You have a way with words. :-) Thank you so much for sharing.
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