Carefree Skies

This was a little poem I wrote on a red paper poppy as partĀ of the World War I display we had at the library last November, to commemorate the centenary of the start of WWI. See what you think. šŸ™‚

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An ocean of mud

As far as the grey horizon,

Twisted wire, ditch and ford

Trenchfoot and mustard eyes so sore.

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A world away under cerulean skies

Without the muskets and bombs so loud,

These fields once were

Green and ploughed…

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Things grew, took root

VerdantĀ leaves and shoot,

Now only craters

Desolate and wild.

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But crimson poppies

Nod their vermillion heads up high,

And make us remember

Carefree skies.

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Sophie E TallisĀ Ā© 2014

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