Swaying gently in the breeze
poppies galore blooming with ease
raising their heads up to the sky
smiling widely certainly not shy

Fragile petals warm in the sun
flames of scarlet having fun
black eyes winking in hazy sunlight
dancing merrily for your delight

So when you pass this field of fire
take the time to stop and admire
silken petals with a waxy sheen
against a background of olive green

Teresa Reck

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