Over the fields where the poppies grow
With their red heads dancing, all aglow,
The seed heads blowing in the breeze
And the dark shapes of the distant trees.
A farm machine points to the sight,
Of Storm Clouds lined in Silver light
Rays of sun blaze up and out
Like beams of a torch light flashed about.
Along the field they search in haste,
Finding Poppy heads, to illuminate.
In the last of the sun bright red they shine
Knowing this may be for one last time,
As the rain comes to spoil this wonderful sight
And the petals will fall in the storm of the night.
Storm Clouds and Poppies by Linda Mynett
Thank you to everyone for the wonderful messages left on "Red and Red dogs and Poppies" I am amazed at the response to this one. This is the same field and the same night but looking the other way (into the sun) not sure if it works??? Linda