Under a Poppy Field

I wanted to write something to commemorate ‘Remembrance Day.’ However, my friend Greenvree has done such an excellent job conveying my feelings, I don’t think anything I write hereafter would do justice to my sentiments. Let’s take a moment to remember the brave men and women who have both given and continue to put their lives at risk, so that we can sleep in peace.



Stars start to fade away,

The moon is half

The sky is black

The majestic Atlantic roars

In the distance as the waves dance

Fierce, mighty, loud and massive

Foretelling  a storm on its way

Warning the world to stay in today.

Couples cuddle in bed,

Elderly snore, reliving their forgotten past,

Children dream of dolls, toy cars and yummy treats

A spell has been cast over this city


Everyone sleeps in bountiful peace

A perfect night to cherish the bed,

And bask in the warmth by a balmy hearth

He rises from bed staring at the silent street

The spectacle begins yet once more.

People cheering, families smiling

T’was a celebration of a welcome back

He felt lost in his own home town,

Lonely among the obnoxiously excited crowd

He looks around anxiously

For his childhood friend Jake,

Only knowing too well he won’t be coming back

Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever

He too lies in a…

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