by Peter Morriss | Sep 24, 2006 | Poetry
The poppies will never fade on Flanders field. Their colours will not dim, Nor to the passing years yield- -The poppies that grow on Flanders field.
by Peter Morriss | Sep 24, 2006 | Poetry
Give me a sword of light; Give me a lance of fire, Give me a burnished shield to protect from Earthly dark desire. Stand proud upon this English field, Hold firm against those whose course would have you yield. Cast from the harvest of years the bitter husks of mire-...
