The Poppy Fields

We know not what is in the wind

Cast by Mother Natures hand

Or borne by the birds as they soar through the sky

Never selective of where the seeds land

An onward progression that never stops

Germinating from seeds however sown

Ensuring that yearly the fields hold crops

To be harvested when fully grown

Whether it  be wheat  or barley or oats

Which variety it’s shade of gold denotes

But other crops their colours vary

Some variegated at the head

Except for acres and acres across the horizon

Creating a beautiful carpet of Red

Gently they wave their heads in the breeze

As the Autumnal Season appears

‘tis the Poppy with it’s silken leaves so gentle

Adopted from Flanders fields for Oh! so many years

In memory of all the  Soldiers that fell there  and died

Each year Millions of Poppies will show

To make sure that the Sacrifice that they made

Ever present today as it was long ago

Tho’ gone from this life they are ne’er far away

Remembered in Reverence with all heads bowed

They gave their tomorrow for our today

So that with Peace in our lives we are endowed.

Dennis Shrubshall  17th October 2009.