The Long Goodbye

And so the final sunset creeps over those poppies,
Whose crimson petals
Are the life blood of a proud and grateful nation.
The glorious sea of red,
Brought to life that it might die again,
In front of new eyes shining with reverence,
Waves its last goodbye,
In the glistening dew,
Memories weeping out of the window.

One by one
They disappear from that field of remembrance,
Tenderly plucked and laid to rest in boxes
Sent on to families
Few of those men lived to bear,
Until all that is left is the light that gently bathed them
As they fell one hundred years ago,
In far and distant lands.
Finally, every last one of them is coming home.

© Carly Dugmore

Sea of blood