by | Oct 20, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

They come briefly, once a year

To grace our fields with delicate flair

Bursting forth in red aplomb

Peaceful, and yet all aflame,

In celebration and remembrance

I catch my breath, as I espy

Upon my walk, a sea of poppies

Regale mine eye


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