poetry by j matthew waters

transplanting poppy fields

I listened to the sad sad story
how the war had taken its toll
it left me wondering of the fields
and when they would ever bloom

the story never seems to end
borders constantly changing
women and children marching on
poppies pinned to their hearts

october two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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