[Soaring Feather]

Nothing more mellow than a field of Poppies
on a cold and snowy day
I lift my head and close my eyes
to wander in these fields to play

and dream of Spring's delights in May
of Daffodils, and Honeysuckle along the road side.
The smell of earth warming her beds
anticipating the green of fern opening
her dress to hear the song of the Cardinal
and Chickadee, awakened by the warm morning sun

Ah, these days will soon come
when barefoot I go into the garden,
as I did years ago.

Soaring Feather 03.16.08

[Lady Jag]

In Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrae

[MEG33]

Poppies on a Virginia roadside

Wishing The Lair A Blessed Palm Sunday

Thank you for the great brunch,Tude and for the lovely poetry,
Soaring Feather and LadyJ.