Crimson Field



those who sacrificed

I dream

Of a tangerine sky

A departing sun

A crimson field

A rippling sea of red

Poppies in full bloom

A solitary flower depicting a fallen soldier

Too many to count

I pause for a moment of silence

To reflect

To pay homage

Will we ever learn?

Lest we forget


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