FLOPPY poppies floating in the sun
Are a source of joy for everyone
They should grow amongst the wheat we eat
And in small doses are a treat.
Like frankincense they conquer fear
But only if we respect them dear
They help remove the pain of man
But won’t fulfil the challenge or plan.
You see it is up to us to grow
Like scarlet poppies in the snow
Fighting off the frost and cold with
Love’s golden, reddened glow.
When we find that golden glow
Our own opiates we can grow.
Frances Smith
Church Avenue
Penarth
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