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by IE
Rated: E · Prose · History · #2317149
A visit to hallowed ground. Writer's Cramp Entry for 3/31/24. 26 lines. Winning Entry
Your hand in mine
We gaze out together
Upon flowers of the field
Red poppies, as far as the eye can see

I have a story to tell you
She whispers up to me
Great-great Papa is here
She points to far away

Somewhere in that earth
He sleeps
They told us there are many like him
Buried here too

I kneel at the tug of her hand
Until we are eye to eye
Teacher, she whispered,
Said the poppies were planted after

But I think the flowers came from them
The ones who died here
Each poppy is a gift, a heart, a tear
They’ve not forgotten
And so neither do we

Hand in hand again
We leave from this place
Changed, somehow, forever

26 lines

Note: this poem is inspired by Flanders Fields, and in particular the poem "In Flanders Fields." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields

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