There But For Fortune

gun metal sky weeps

dying in blood red farm fields

poppies breathe their last 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I sang this song hundreds of times, starting with one of my first guitar lessons in 6th grade, but I had not thought about these sentiments as being a message about wartime. I'd always thought of it as the ever-growing divide between rich & poor. But I love your interpretation & how it's expressed in vivid imagery (((HUGS)))

[Chris Shaw]

It's a beautiful song Margie and I am pleased that you like the interpretation of my lines. Have a great Wednesday.

Chris

[Patricia]

I saw a poppy field just once and it was mesmerizing! Excellent!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for checking this oldie out. Pleased it got an airing.

Chris

[shadrach hah]

Hi Chris, a wonderful write. Another poetic gem. We should ever remember those who lost their lives in conflicts, no matter the kind. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanking you Mike for another thoughtful and welcome review. Hope your day has gone well. All the best.

Chris

[shadrach hah]

Hi Chris, you are most welcome. Things are going well up here, Have a wonderful Friday. Hugs always....Mike.

[light and ashes]

The sum up of this poem makes it absolutely stunning.
Amazing.
Absolutely loved it.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear friend. We are on the same wave length. I have just paid you a visit :) All good wishes.

Chris

[light and ashes]

That's always good to know :) You are very welcome. This is beautiful work.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... we have lost so many for our Freedom.
Joan Baez sang your Title... I was younger at the time,
but now I realize what sacrifice was made, and the Price we paid.
If only our present Leaders could find their Heart and Soul...
It would be the sweetest story ever told. Amen... Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, thank you for your lovely review and apologies for my tardy reply. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... it seems that every other day is cloudy with fears and dismay... but then.. the "morrow" is Sunny with Light and lessons to learn and bestow to others. We may falter along the way... but tomorrow is a new beginning. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

How right you are Pat. Today I have had a glimpse of sunshine which has raised the spirits of our whole family after nearly five months of worry. When the tide turns it can make such a difference.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... lovely to know that the Tide has turned for your family ... you are always in our prayers. The sunshine makes such a difference. I love to say, "Praise the Lord" when Life is better. So glad your Worries have gone away and you can breathe a sigh of relief. tenderly, Pat

[Dylan Macadham]

I see crosses row on row, in Flanders Fields, marking graves of vibrant young men too soon dead, having sacrificed so that we can grow gracefully old. ...3 lines that say it All ...

[Chris Shaw]

You saw what I feel. Thank you Dylan.

Chris

[Silmara McGarry]

Such potent statement on war theme. And it says so much in just 3 lines, certainly not an easy task to active and you did an Excellent job dear Chris!!!

I hope all is well darling!
See you
:-)))

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Sil, all reasonable in my world. Hope you are healthy and happy in yours. Always a delight to have a visit from gorgeous you.

Chris

[Silmara McGarry]

I am happy to know!
All good with me, my flower :-)
And it is indeed my pleasure!!!

[Betty Hermelee]

Lovely Haiku Chris; your words are stunning, images galore, but very sad, as the poppies breathe their last… as we all will at some time. But those whose blood is shed are the ones we shed tears for….at this moment.
Yours,
B.
.
Best
B.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Betty, many thanks fir giving this older poem an airing. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

But it's still relevant!!! You're welcome chris

[Dave]

Chris - every time I read the word "poppies" I immediately remember the poem "In Flanders' Field.' Makes one wonder, will we, can we ever learn? "To you from failing hands, we throw the torch. Be it yours to hold on high, for you break faith with those who die, we shall not rest, though poppies grow in Flanders' Field.
Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Flanders Fields such a poignant poem. Thank you so much Dave. All the best.

Chris

[Unspoken poet]

Ah, this is so sad, emotional read

[Chris Shaw]

Always sad Unspoken remembering those. Who have paid the ultimate price so that we have our freedom. Thank you so much.

Chris