ROSES IN PICARDY

In Picardy grew red roses
Young men , well no more boys of
Most of them them
Called teenagers now
Tucked the red roses in their hats
As they marched to death
All too soon only red poppies grew
In Picardy

White stones now stand
Rank upon rank of them
Silent , now , apart from the
Sound of the lamenting wind
Listen to the whispers in the wind

Roses once more grow in Picardy
Planted in the fertile soil of Picardy
The stems grow high reaching the
Top of the white stones ,
Covering the names of the men,
Many have no name sadly
Who now lay beneath the rose fields ,
Of Picardy

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet




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Written on 2010-10-14 at 21:40

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