The Poppies Clothe the Fields in Red

Poem

30 Jun

Written By Anika Drysdale

The poppies clothe the fields in red

A symbol of the blood that never ends

Such beauty for the eye to see

Colours shimmering in the sunlight

The glory of that beautiful sight

That can never be forgotten

Growing with other delicate buds

Waving and swaying in the wind.

A soft breeze gently lifts them

A ripple as they bow to rise again

They will never truly be forgotten

As society rises from each loss.

Spring brings hope back to life

With colours to speak to every soul

Many creatures are born in spring

A symbol of that life renewed.

Walking through the fields of red

Remember those who’ve gone before

Leaving duty and faithfulness

Which their love intertwined.

Anika Drysdale

SIGN UP TODAY

About | Blog | Books | Gallery | Contact

In all you read of Anika Speaks, it is not talking as a medical professional, or in any way inferring that your child is on the Autism Spectrum. There are common markers of the condition talked about and discussed, but that DOES NOT infer your child is on the spectrum.  ONLY when your child has been diagnosed are they officially on the spectrum. They take no responsibility for any misunderstanding. This an experiential site only and may give markers of autism, but no diagnostician is in any way represented unless directly written on that particular piece of work.  In the posts uploaded, any reference to autism can give you pointers of it but is not the full complement of autism factors in any way. Anika Speaks would like to wish you all every blessing and a greater understanding of what autism can mean, in order to help guide you to see some ways you can deal with different situations.  Thank you.

The Poppies Clothe the Fields in Red

Conversation or Communication

As Comfortable As Old Slippers