Poppy Fields

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen

War is so futile!

Poppy Fields

The stubble fields seem so pointless

now that their harvest has been reaped

and baled, and ground and baked.

The energy of well-tended growth

receded into now ploughed earth

where a fallow year awaits

as crop rotation decrees

the return of our troops.

27/10/14

© 2014 John Alexander McFadyen

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Neville

What we seem to have here is a poignant, well structured and most timely universal truth..

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Well Howdy stranger and many thanks Neville.

jacob erin-cilberto

and the stubble that is left in the field after the war...what is the point...what do we really reap from war?
nothing...we harvest nothing...war is anger, hate...it destroys the crop of love.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Indeed Jacob, indeed. Many thanks.

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John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom

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Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..