PoppiesA Poem by NevilleThis is one of those that means more to me than I can paint....Poppies
The true colour of venous blood
Sun dried tomatoes
Red chilli and sun-set skies
Poppies
Remind me always of Victorian rouge Fire engines post boxes and children’s toys
Poppies
Are always there when I close my eyes Perfectly juxtaposed against Children in pushchairs and widowed wives
Poppies
Pinned to the chests of so many survivors Veterans and additional like-wisers
Purposely included here lest we forget Are the cynics and of course the do-gooders
Each reflected in the shimmer and the glare from Whitewashed graves Always remembered
What else is there to say Unlike the Somme Passchendaele or Ypres Let there always be another day © 2015 NevilleAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on January 1, 2014 Last Updated on May 14, 2015 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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