Recalling poppies now
where once wiley fancy freely
facing sunshine drenched
warm and bursting
standing strong,tall and proud
striking a stance still for glory
believing in invincibility
then, in a split moment,
falling with furious breeze
becoming memories
perilous proof freedom for all
is not always
in all ways
revealing now ghostly shadows
on dark, wet, cold ground
in an instant transforming
to seeds scattering
across the land
in attempt of flagging us down
reminding us
lest we never forget
of their life’s sacrifice.
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