The Bloody Tower.

 

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.