This is for Remembrance Day.


Poppy

His dad lost a limb
On Dunkirk beach,
The left arm, I think,
Now it's out of reach,
But he used to remember
The sacrifice of his dad
Every dank November,
Marching to the cenotaph,
Laying a poppy wreath
On a cold marble path;
But his dad is dead,
And he's surrendered
To poppy seeds in his head.


Chris Fernie, 2006




Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-05 at 23:33

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la tristesse
ouch that's a sharp reminder of our heritage
2006-11-06


Kathy Lockhart
very fitting poem Chris for this time of year.
We have the same tradition in the USA for our veteran's day. God Bless them all.
2006-11-05