Flowing from the Tower’s wounded walls
Forgotten names in sacred halls
Remember the Blitz & wartime fears
Poppies prompting loved ones tears
Striking sights Poppies pour
Across the lawn by the White Tower Door
Blood Red Poppies form a flowing Ripple
From the wounded wall our hearts they cripple
Forming a crater of crimson Red
Loved ones lost, Forever Dead
At home and abroad in foreign Parts
Long remembered in caring hearts
May they rest in peace
David Killelay (Forces Poetry)
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I like the comparison with the wounded tower (bearing its scars) wounded wall and the wounds of lost loved ones.