Embattled in that mud - and blood-red poppies;
flooded trenches holding 'them' at bay;
life or death a coin's flippant toss-up;
deafening shellfire near by night and day -
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Yes we truly owe to them a life lived in love Michael. This covers the horrors of any 'we and them' war which would unfortunately describe almost (or all) conflict. My admiration for your masterly usage of word. Fondly from Fay.
There's been enough killing, God knows. Flowers of all nations plucked and placed in grievous rows.
No, we can never fully know or begin to imagine the horror of WWI, but you take us to the grief and loss soaked in that ground. And your final line says it ALL. Thank you for this...
Mikolo, I think you do yourself perennially proud - way to go, man!
Thank you Michael. Very touching, and wish I had said it! Have tried in different ways. Loved it! Charles
'We owe to them to live a life of love as if we were transfused from their own blood.' Wonderful poem, I love these lines most,10+++