Pouring out of Poppies
On realizing my eyes opened wide
Each poppy was a soldier that had died.
I was so shocked to see
The pouring out of red running into a sea.
On Monday we went to London Town
To see the poppies swirling the Tower round and round.
I was shocked through to the core.
To witness the number of those who were no more.
poppies galore
Rows and rows growing into a river
Tumbling from the window pouring on forever.
Each one was a mother’s son, a husband or a brother
Such sacrifice displayed for all to see , cousin, uncle even lover.
I humbly prayed for God bless them all
Each soul represented by a red poppy growing tall.
Such a sacrifice for what gain
“They” said a war like that would not come again.
Sadly now we know the great “They” lied.
For along came world war 2 and more people died.
War goes on and never stops, no matter how we try
It will always raise it’s ugly head and more men and women will die.
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