Two Pop­pies

Coventry Telegraph - - YOUR VIEWS -

Red poppy blood stained Droop­ing life­less on stem, From half-lid­ded eyes Can only scorn white poppy Drained of pain, Yet both re­mem­ber In their own way, Lives torn in wind Of a vi­o­lent shower, Red poppy in re­mem­brance Re­turn­ing to pe­tal shorn past White to fu­ture liv­ing, When both rest to­gether For­giv­ing present hour, Per­haps they will be blessed With a sin­gle stalk, Hold­ing love above all talk To cre­ate one flower of peace. Pat Bid­mead Nuneaton

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