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.
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.
Oct 23, 2014 @ 16:45:27
Wow, that’s an impressive visual Willow. Great poem too. Thanks!
Oct 23, 2014 @ 16:49:00
We had a beautiful day out, sad , yes sad but beautiful too!
Oct 23, 2014 @ 19:41:00
This is stunning, Willow. I have never seen such a sight.
Oct 23, 2014 @ 19:57:00
What an impressive, significant, everlasting sight, Willow. You did an outstanding job of chronicling it in image and words.
Oct 23, 2014 @ 22:12:19
Thanks you Mark itis outstanding, I shall never forget! xx
Oct 23, 2014 @ 20:31:06
I am astounded at how magnificent your poems are becoming You have outdone yourself, Willow. Truly. You have. ⭐ ⭐ ❤
Oct 23, 2014 @ 22:11:31
Thank you so much Tess I was just so humbled! ❤ xxx
Oct 24, 2014 @ 00:05:51
YOU are welcome. ❤ ❤ ❤
Oct 23, 2014 @ 20:39:39
So poignant.
Oct 23, 2014 @ 22:10:39
I was so humbled by the sight even with the hoards pushing and shoving!!