Ever remember the young who never age?

yes...they are timeless

...with new faces added

never replacing

the fields of flowers

as poppies grow

too numerous

for counting....

you write the face we all see

the one on the mantle who represents our memory

perfect timing and flow Shannon

The red of poppies in my mind on an ancient battlefield now planted with landmines. That's what I saw reading this. And still we send them into the fields, to sow, reap and bring back a harvest of grief.

And THIS is the shame of war, not the damn glory that is figured so much in recorded poetry from the beginning of time. They young that never get to age and experience life are the fallen.

This piece portrays that in the stark beauty of its actual horror. A wonderful write!

Man, this was sad, I so get it.

and after reading only your question, before I even saw the title or read the poem,

my mind went to the same place.

Yes, I don't see the paper poppies any more.

“To Death”

Drape not the quick in cerements

Before their hour has come;

Come only in the evening, Death!

Come silently, come peacefully!

Place coins on lids, steal softly breath;

Then quietly, so quietly

Let flesh fall limp and dumb!

Your empire, less, will surely grow

And rule alone at last;

Your final victory assured,

Wait patiently, respectfully!

Their moment brief, they’ve each endured.

Let them not see eternity

Until the die is cast!

The generations will be thine;

Your hunger they will sate.

Look on the mother and her child;

Is there not more than harvest there?

Your plunder will not be defiled

By watching while she strokes his hair.

Your name will still be great.

Reminds me of Peter Pan

seasons don't stay the same

neither do the landscapes

enjoyed this, L4 needs an a