Fields of Poppies

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Let's hold each other's hands,

And in silence, stand

Where the fields of poppies grow,

Let us remember them

Our brave young men

Buried just below.


For those who cried

As they laid down and died,

So very far from home,

With just white clouds,

Deaths gossamer shrouds

Covering their tortured bones.


Let's think a little more,

Is liberty worth dying for?

Is freedom the ultimate cause?

The white wooden crosses,

Exemplify those losses,

The bloody price paid in wars.


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Stephen Gospage

Sun 30th Oct 2022 21:12

A very strong poem. The Ukraine conflcit shows both the futility and waste of war and the fact that so many are prepared to lay down their life for their freedom.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 30th Oct 2022 15:07

Short but powerful JD

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