(For Liam O’Neill and in memory of my grandparents) <br /> <br />The poppy’s capsule oozes juice <br />That brings us sleep, helps ease our pain. <br />On one more continent the seeds <br />Are mixed with dust and blood as we <br />Forget that we must not forget. <br /> <br />The poppies bloom, their beauty fades, <br />Their petals scatter on the ground <br />In Flanders or in Afghan fields. <br />While poppies weep their latex tears, <br />We plant our flowers once again. <br /> <br />6th July 2010<br /><br />Don Pearson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poppies-16/
