
Poppy
Draped in crepe
Orange hued petals
Alive with fragility
Wind dances
Cinquain

Poppy
Draped in crepe
Orange hued petals
Alive with fragility
Wind dances
Cinquain

Often when I make the drive into work, I hit the traffic lights randomly, sometimes they are red, sometimes green, rarely are they ever just one or the other, but today, it seemed every one was red. That caused me to think that perhaps I was supposed to be stopping to think about something or maybe use this extra pause time to form a poem in my head.
Well, so it was….:)
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The last Monday in May
We pause to remember
All those who fought and fell
For freedom’s cause.
Let us never forget the price
that is paid for freedom.
Leona J. Atkinson 05-26-13
The Red Poppy is a reminder of those who fought and fell in World War 1.
Read the immortal poem “In Flamders Fields” by Lt. Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)