A little snippet of this poem
comes from my favorite poem,
"In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae


Spring Dance

In this vale the flowers dance
and blend themselves in sweet romance,
swaying softly in the breeze
with no one but themselves to please.

The poppies meld so, row on row
with nowhere but this place to go,
casting up their lovely heads
in this graveyard flowerbed.

Do these soldiers, buried here
enjoy these poppies year on year?
Mayhaps their souls defend this land
as only warriors understand.





Poetry by Lavender
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Written on 2007-03-27 at 16:49

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yoonoos peerbocus
wonderfully written
2007-04-01


Rob Graber
Lovely write, Lavender.
2007-03-28


Individuality
a good piece, light and dark merging well here i think, very nicely done with that, smiles and frowns balanced perfectly.
2007-03-27


Gopi
Beautiful.
2007-03-27


ardent.March
The is beautiful. Wonderful flow and rhyme.
2007-03-27