THE WAR POPPY
Engulfed by crimson, I bow my head;
Your pain and tears wilt me.
In the soil and mud, I found my place;
Where the still of peace embraced thee.
Here I watch over, where others laid;
Weary and rough as I.
Their memory nurtures and sets me free,
So I bloom from where they lie.
I stand strong and unyielding, for I am proud;
Like you, I am blessed and free.
As we remember those who gave,
Their lives for you and me.
‘The War Poppy’ Poem by Jacqueline Hurley (2017)
‘War Poppies’ Painting by Jacqueline Hurley (2017)