Monday, August 11, 2008

Colorful Cover!


Surfing the net I saw poppies
And poppies and poppies and more....
And I looked back through rose-coloured glasses
To a land that's not mine any more.
We had a vacation in England
And they told us that they'd had a drought
And, because of the weather conditions,
The poppies were all coming out.
Our friends lived in beautiful Wiltshire
And we drove to the top of a hill
And we saw such a glorious vision
That the memory lives with me still.
The fields were blood-red with the flowers,
And they covered so much of the scene,
And the world was transformed by the colour,
With only a slight hint of green.
I'd always imagined that poppies
Grew sparingly, deep in the grass;
That they speckled the green of the hedgerows
In a way that, remembered, was sparse.
Yet, here, was an ocean of poppies;
I could splash in the waves with bare feet,
While the song of a skylark, above me,
Was heartfelt, romantic and sweet.
I now have a quilt that I cherish;
It's covered with poppies in bloom,
And it seems every evening, at bedtime,
It's Wiltshire again in my room!
For certain Australia is lovely,
The wattle, the gums, the blue sky,
But I'll still keep remembering poppies
And the song of a skylark on high.


SandyCarlson said...

What a gorgeous image. I love poppies and the remembering that goes with them.

I enjoyed your comment on David's weekend wandering. God bless.

Nita Jo said...

Beautiful! Even without the photo, your poem is very visual. Thanks for sharing your gift.

Maggie May said...

Poppies are lovely, especially when they are in open fields all together.

ChrisJ said...

'Blurfing' -- haven't heard that before. I like it. Very descriptive and appropriate

Granny Smith said...

What a gorgeously sensual poem! One of my ever-fresh memories of visiting England was of skylarks singing as they flew over the green downs, but, alas, without poppies.

Gemma Wiseman said...

The repetition of "poppies" covers the poem with a gorgeous visual memory of reality as it was.

gengen said...

Such a pretty poem and good choice for the theme...

EG CameraGirl said...

Poppies of all kinds are popular with me, I love their papery petals. That reminds me, I need to sow a packet of Shirley poppies - the envelope is in the kitchen.

Ann, Chen Jie Xue 陈洁雪 said...

poppy flowers remind me that ANZAC day is soon to come. I expalined to my ESOL students about tthe redness of the fallen soldiers when thye wanted to know why poppy days. Thanks for your poem.

SassyMom said...

lovely flowers.. I always love nature photography and lovely poem, indeed!

Noel Morata said...


what a great interpretation of the theme today, very creative and colorful, i love the poppies

A. @ A Changing Life said...

There is nothing like a field of poppies, it's just a pity that they last for such a short time.

Scott Law said...

Beautiful flowers indeed. You definitely have this theme COVERED.