This is for Remembrance Day.
On Dunkirk beach,
The left arm, I think,
Now it's out of reach,
But he used to remember
The sacrifice of his dad
Every dank November,
Marching to the cenotaph,
Laying a poppy wreath
On a cold marble path;
But his dad is dead,
And he's surrendered
To poppy seeds in his head.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-05 at 23:33
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Poppy
His dad lost a limbOn Dunkirk beach,
The left arm, I think,
Now it's out of reach,
But he used to remember
The sacrifice of his dad
Every dank November,
Marching to the cenotaph,
Laying a poppy wreath
On a cold marble path;
But his dad is dead,
And he's surrendered
To poppy seeds in his head.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 596 times
Written on 2006-11-05 at 23:33
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