Tuesday, January 1, 2013

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I stood and watched, head bowed, as raindrops fell,
upon the Poppy Wreaths of crimson red.
They trickled down the petals like slow tears,
washing away the blood that had been shed.
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Ernestine Northover
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Sid John Gardner. 27 July 2013

Nice one Ernestine.Not been on this site in a long time. Excellent work as ever

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David Mitchell 09 July 2013

I like this. The beginning of the first stanza is excellent. In some lines the scansion doesn't seem quite right, though.

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Chuck Audette 13 June 2013

Lovely tribute to the fallen.

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