A field in France

Rememberance day...

A blanket of green stretches out before me that blends into a rich blue sky.  White clouds dance as though they were a flock of lambs.  The sun shines as I soak up its warmth through my body. 

“Ah, life feels good today.”

 

I look into the distance at the grassy floor that rolls and dips.  Trees huddle together as though trying to keep warm on a winter’s night.  Here and there are scatted flowers the sent of which fills my head.

 

Above me, a lark sings its merry song and my mind wonders back to those days long ago.  But now, in this calmness, I feel at peace with the land and I think of Eden.

 

A gentle breeze softly drifts across the fields and a single red Poppy bows its head in remembrance…

 

Flanders hasn’t always been like this!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Flanders field is a beautiful place today. I saw the field many years ago. Many places battles had been fought leave us with wonder and sadness. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote