Resting (Under Empty Skies)


Like poppies Crumpled in the bud

Their time for blooming Over in these devastated fields

Our heroes lie dying Under empty skies

Resting, the dark settles in

This sacrifice, All that has been lost

Gone, but always remembered

In their silent Eternal sleep

© Ann Bagnall

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