ROSES IN PICARDY
In Picardy grew red rosesYoung 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
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-10-14 at 21:40
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