There's Always.....

September 2017

There's Always .....


A bloody hue, to the fields.


Poppies sway, amongst the grass.

Like a never ending, rippling river, 

flowing cross the hills.

No sound.

Save the roaring, of passing traffic

No cries, no screams, no death, or.

Wounded, with shattered dreams.

No dead.

To lie forgotten, 

to sink below, the mud.

Eventually......turning to dust.

To once again, on summers days.

Rise, and swirl, to choke Tommy. 

As he once again marches....



another war.


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