A little bud with a low bowing head and when you bloom <br />your the colour of red. <br />Red for danger and as red as the rose, but you the wild <br />poppy such an elegent pose. <br />Tear like buds surround a paper looking flower, with petals <br />disappearing at the first sign of a shower. <br />The very next day a new bud opens it's way to <br />pretty red pettles that last about a day. <br />You suffer pain with the wind and the rain but that doesn't <br />stop you blooming again. <br />Poppies disappear like stars in the night but when the sun <br />comes up, there up again like a fire burning bright. <br />Along the wayside they are there as well they are even in a <br />battle field a place called hell. <br />Poppy sweet, wild bloom of red. A pin in the lapel to <br />remember the dead. <br />Lonely wild poppy the greatest of all you are always there <br />when we need to call, because when one dies there is <br />another to take it's place. <br />The dear wild poppy the one with the sad face.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-wild-as-the-poppy/
