Where poppies grew, now stones arise 10/10/2016 | grahart

Where once wheat grew to feed a town

The only flowers growing here are stone

By tall poplars shading roads

The only flowers growing here are stone

Like widows rummaging for coins

Or shepherds searching for those sheep

We hunt for the lost,

Pulling on old memories, fast fading like photographs.

We pause.

And since,

where poppies grew now stones arise,

We remember.

And at the going down of the sun

And in the morning

We remember.

And cherish the planted soul

Whose only flower

Growing here

Is stone.

 

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