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