Poppys Tuscany, helenblairsart

Poppys Tuscany, helenblairsart


The fields shine brightly with poppies of red

The skies are reflecting colourful beds

The suns setting in layers of gold

Taking its flight so bold

Clouds roll by as our freedom beholds

Touching deeply life unfolds

All its mysteries and stories untold

Bravery in the mist still shrouds these fields of old

Fields of colour remenness

A time of reflection each seasons kiss

A touched heart of grateful reflection

Least we remember those brave souls

Your,ll find them everywhere you go

In Silver lined clouds, fields ablaze, layers of gold and stories of old

Fields of passion that runs deep

For the love of our country in love we weep

Thank you to those brave ones who sacrificed

To give us our freedom, to give us our life.


Poem and artwork by Helen Blair