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Poppy Day

11 Nov
Poppies. Poppies amongst the oil seed rape in ...
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Poppies Red

Once where poppies streamed this field
Now stained, tainted red from showers of lead

This damp and dire quagmire
Strewn, littered with bodies bled,
Anguished, contorted with no more breath

Whistling bangs, shuddering trenches
Raining reddish mud

Entombed forever in this derelict ground
Maybe one day, a watch, a boot
or a buckle will be found


The Hub wrote this poem and I love it.



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