Cast off the shroud of death
and don the cloak of love.
Rise from the poppy laden field;
and stroll with me awhile.
March not, with gritted teeth
while evil sheds its glove.
but take my hand of gratitude;
make my reward, your smile.
Listen as the Skylark sings
in blue and cloudless skies
and childrens' laughter skips
playfully on the summer breeze.
For this, you gave your youth,
for these you gave your lives!
Then return to heroes' ether
and with your brothers; rest in peace

Comments
MistakenMagic | October 7, 2009 - 15:22
'Rise from the poppy laden field;
and stroll with me awhile.'
- love these lines Chris and really like the two line structure and rhyme scheme ;)
Magic xxx
P.S I want to see an 18 rated poem this Friday so I can comment on it lol
Nathan Bednarek | October 7, 2009 - 18:52
A wonderful poem. The rhythm is perfect and it complements the imagery in the poem. I think the whole thing is great and I can't pick a favourite line. Well done.
Nathan.
sarah wilson | October 8, 2009 - 07:27
I agree with Nathan. Beautiful Chris. You could put a collection of these together. xx
Silver Spun Sand | October 8, 2009 - 22:32
Well said, Chris. A collection would be a brilliant idea, as sarah suggests.
Tina xx
threeleafshamrock | October 8, 2009 - 22:44
Thanks Magic...not long to now ;)
threeleafshamrock | October 8, 2009 - 22:45
Thanks Nathan, appreciate as always ;)
threeleafshamrock | October 8, 2009 - 22:46
Thanks Sarah...maybe one day, who knows? ;)
threeleafshamrock | October 8, 2009 - 22:47
Thanks Tina, I'll have to go back over them and see what's what ;)