Poppies Poem by David Wood

Poppies

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Not even the warmth of the day
Could even dent their soft glow, the
Crimson red flooding through
The meadow, waving gently in the breeze

Not even the song thrush or nightingale
Could sing of their beauty. Only the
Hearts of mankind are warmed by
By their delicate shape and colour.

They stand in the stillness of the day
Waiting, waiting, their long stalks
Standing to attention as we, mere
Onlookers, gaze at their beauty.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Grantham 18 June 2013

Even King Solomon was not adorned like these flowers. They add color and beauty to the world. I love them any kind of way, artificial, dried or silk or live. Enjoyed this write.

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Adheez Van Der Beanthz 17 June 2013

very good very enjoy to read it thanks for sharing

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Survi Sharma 16 June 2013

nice beautiful wild flowers great small yet wonderful verse wow

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R.j. Wynn 16 June 2013

Awesome, check out Stardust.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 16 June 2013

Beauty of wild flowers nicely presented.

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