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SOMME POPPIES
Alan Skerritt © All rights reserved Your bodies, blood and bones Tired, spilt, broken Have blessed Somme soil Sanctified Somme soil. Your indomitable spirit Issues as new life Simple, not complex As all great truths are... |
Producing Poppies
Crisp colour Plain Red for the dead Born again Red for sunset Interrupting Solemn Somme Slumber To soften those fields Of cruel carnage To remove the rage With painted poppies of peace. |
