The Poppy Poem

by | Apr 10, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

The Grass is Green
The sky is Blue
But danger enters too
Guns are firing
Lives are lost
Each day more and more
Families praying
To save themselves
But the bomb goes off
The ground gets rough
Fighting gets tough
But in 1945
Some flowers grow
As red as blood
As black as grief
In Flanders field
All is quiet
No one can disturb the peace


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