Poppies

For the fallen

Where valleys are lush with pastures new
fresh and crisp from morning dew,
where soil once sodden with soldiers blood
now poppies stand, where soldiers stood.

Where birds fly high on freedoms wing
to greet this day with song they sing,
there pilots flew a dangerous sky
poppies would sway, to wave goodbye.

When you held the heads of tearful eyes
they were not of men, but teenage boys,
there dying tears for mothers care
poppies would droop, in silent prayer.

see these crosses a mass of white
much further they stretch, till out of sight,
for in this grave, is where I will be
where my poppy stands, to remember me.

Author's Note

I place this poem at the foot of war memorial every remembrance day, in what way could I possibly say thank you.

Reviews

[Danielle Nicole]

Descriptive, emotional and something many can relate to. I say a prayer every day for my cousins in the military/armed forces/air force, and all other men and women in service. I say a prayer every 9/11, in honor of the innocent people killed, and the brave people who acted on that day to save the lives of others. Thank you for Remembering our fallen heros, and the loss of the innocent. Brilliant work. Thank you.
Signed, a touched, inspired Dani

[Eternal Poet]

Your so kind Danielle, I have another war poem which I'll post another time, this is only my imagination and I thank god not my experience, I am forever indebted to to them.

[Danielle Nicole]

I know that they appreciate it. Service men/women may not know WHO is thinking of them and praying for them, but they know that people are. And that is what gets them through. God Bless.