tall, bright, red poppies in profusion, <br />the first glimpse, just took my breath away, <br />standing proudly among the brown grass, <br />so proudly did they sway. <br /> <br />droopingly delicate green stems, <br />swaying softly with the breeze, <br />filelds and fields of glorious colour, <br />bewitched the mind, as they teased. <br /> <br />blue skies, warm golden sun, <br />and the poppy fields below, <br />only nature with her magic brush, <br />could put on such a show. <br /> <br />buzzing bees, flitting about <br />drunk on nectar sweet, <br />and me, walking through the poppies, <br />what a glorious heavenly treat... <br /> <br />more of scarlet, sometimes pink, <br /> scattered in profusion, <br />eagerly I gathered them in delight, <br />knowing it was no illusion. <br /> <br />the wind lifted my spirits high, <br />the poppies nodded in harmony, <br />and as I lay down on the grass, <br />I listened to nature's symphony. <br /> <br /> music divine in the breeze, <br /> throbbing drumbeats in my ears, <br />the heavenly sight scent of the poppy fields <br />would leave its memorybehind for years.<br /><br />Arti Chopra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poppy-field/
