<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poppies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seeing poppies growing in the wild, <br>Takes me back to when I was a child.<br>We’d often go for walks on a Sunday, <br>And often spot poppies along the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dad’s hand I would tightly hold, <br>As I spied the poppies bright and bold.<br>Because I was young and very small, <br>The poppies seemed to be so very tall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a field full of them, which I adored.<br>By their appearance, I never ever grew bored.<br>The large field where the poppies once grew, <br>Soon made way for a factory, shiny and new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True to say, it was only empty waste ground, <br>But it was our little haven, which we found.<br>I think they should have left the field alone, <br>So as, through it, other people could still roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know everyone nowadays talks about progress, <br>But there are times, when it’s not always for the best.<br>When they cleared that large patch of waste land, <br>That stunning view became something very bland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me, they are a flower which brings much cheer, <br>As they remind me of times, which I hold so dear.<br>Now, when I spot poppies growing here and there, <br>They remind me of the days, when I had little care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That riot of colour. That sea of red: <br>That vision is still there in my head.<br>I can still picture it in my mind’s eye, <br>And recall those days of times gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344681" data-title="Poppies de Angela Wybrow" data-description="Seeing poppies growing in the wild, Takes me back to when I was a child. We’d often go for walks on a Sunday, And often spot poppies along the way. My dad’s hand I would tightly hold, As I spied the poppies bright and bold. Because I was y..."></div> </div> </div>

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