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    Eric @River

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    survival of the poppie

    Posted by River - November 18th, 2009


    poppies row and row
    i see them sway
    upon the graves
    of bolder man than i

    i never know
    their pains
    the sorrows
    their lives
    their loves
    their loss

    but here buried row on row
    like a trophy for tomorrow
    at home and in a different country
    the the places they they were born

    we all die the very same way
    and people skills go away
    but these memories will love on for ever
    in the poppie i see before me

    here i stand
    not knowing
    and caring
    for they
    gave their
    lives for
    us to
    stay

    they do not know me or you
    bit gave their life for freedom to conclude
    and never know their children and all their little wims
    they will not breath or feel joy
    they will never know the world or the places they they could have lived in
    or their families joy for for they pray for rest of the soldier
    that brought back a metal but not back a heart to place it on

    all they know is to drill and die
    and now they have a statue big and bold never shy
    it tells the onlooker that this is life
    how they took it and how theey were taken in a battle
    and we gave it up for all to be showed
    men lay silent by the guns they took up
    and poppies all around
    row on row
    for us to see and them to grow

    the pity is the fact that we see
    only the simple poppie upon this white sea
    the smell of the earth, the sound of birds in trees
    the red under brush
    bodies buried all around me
    of greater men then I

    the man that stands at the grave
    and remember all those horrible days
    is but a pawn in the greater sceem of life
    the one that makes men drill and die,
    he survived and his friends, they fell
    the whistle made these men go over the wall
    and at the enemy with hope and god
    and win the war through guns and wars
    bullets flying all around, explosion everywhere
    ALL THE SOUND!!!

    he survived
    he lived
    bullets
    never could
    hurt this man
    but why?
    why did
    he live
    why can
    he still
    stand

    it is because they needed one last man
    to tell their stories
    to tell their hopes, to tell their dreams
    to help them move on
    to give it all up

    but is there still a war
    this man will never sleep
    he is haunted by the memories of friends and foes
    he killed to many to forget the sorrows
    he has told so many tales
    to families and friends
    burned into his mind
    are the horrors of those times

    he shall not rest
    until you take
    upon your hearts the memories
    of his fallen friends and enimies
    and give thanks to them all
    and their great sacrifice
    for the statues that stand
    in memory to these men
    they gave up their children
    their wives their lives

    for this we give thanks, and to this we remember
    the stories we take to heart
    the dances we remember
    the poems that we hear
    and the pictures that we see,
    for all of these poppies,
    we remember.

    .
    survival of the poppies happens only in men that go forth from governments that fight each other it is faith that these men stands and fall that the war gods will pity them give release to their souls and pride to their lands, it is that hope that the men that fall will pave the way for men to come giving a path to the enemies hearts and a victory for their sons, and only upon the sea of white will the true honors of war be lived and forgotten for these men are stronger than i.
    only they could make this poppie grow at their head stones.
    the sea of red and white will stand forever in memory of the men that served our country.
    they still stand on guard but they wound the earth, they are the men of legend, the men of a countries birth.


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