Comments : Poppies In The Field

  • 15 years ago

    by Ixora

    Beautiful imagery this poem was felt to the soul.

    *^*Crow*^*

  • 15 years ago

    by Cindy

    Debbie
    What a sad heart wrenching piece.

    Fields of poppies, a posy
    Pennies make us proud
    Gardens of stone, a river
    Morning's misty shroud

    The memories of those who fought for our freedom and what the poppy represents.

    Folded flag, a triangle
    Sand swept battle scars
    Sunset taps remembrance
    Black crepe, golden star

    A flag, the haunting sound of taps being played. A medal. All that's left of some.

    Acorns strewn, an arbor
    Mother's barren womb
    Refrain of fossil teardrops
    Sapling's marble tomb

    How hard to bury your child. From battles fought.

    Widows of oak, an eagle
    Shadows on the sun
    Lullabies to dirges
    Retorts, count twenty one

    The end the 21 gun salute. As each shot is fired it feels like they die again and again.
    Great job!
    Love Cindy

  • 15 years ago

    by Prince Jared

    Very, very descriptive, though the poem seems to stop almost prematurely in every stanza. But I'll give it a 5/5. :)