Roadside Poppies
The travelled road, the beaten track,
The routine rut of there and back,
Landmark trees, and grassy verge,
The ditch beyond, the fields that merge,
Much of a muchness, who’s to say
The scene will change another day,
Eyes ahead with foot put down,
The modern way is out of town,
There to the side, a flush of flower,
A small reminder - greater power,
No concrete maze, no urban sprawl,
No miles of tarmac, sky rise tall,
Could take the place of poppy red
In roadside bloom or flowerbed.
©Philip Holden


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