Crimson Fields – by Diana Coombes

Like a blanket of love,

Protecting the fallen,

Sheltering the brave,

Tending the graves,

of the brave young men,

Who had no choice,

To where their lives led

Now under a bed,

Of Poppies.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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