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September 2017 There's Always .....
A bloody hue, to the fields.
For
Poppies sway, amongst the grass.
Like a never ending, rippling river,
flowing cross the hills.
No sound.
Save the roaring, of passing traffic
No cries, no screams, no death, or.
Wounded, with shattered dreams.
No dead.
To lie forgotten,
to sink below, the mud.
Eventually......turning to dust.
To once again, on summers days.
Rise, and swirl, to choke Tommy.
As he once again marches....
to
another war.
Giajl © Jim Love
