Crimson Fields

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I wrote this poem a few years ago. The first world war might be over a hundred years ago, but we should never forget their sacrifice. ”For our tomorrows, they gave their todays.”

Crimson Fields

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.

Over the Top

Gunshots roar through the sky,

A spear of light turns night into day,

A young man dares to dream,

There might be another way,

But in his heart he knows,

Over the top he will go.

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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