The Carpet

One for each, 
petals, from her hand,
she’s destined to  spread 
as she walks across our land

One for every fallen,
hero from that war,
across the land, 
now carpeted ever red
on which they fought and died before.

Her basket, never empty,
her task, is never done
a million poppies
one for each 
husband, lover son.

© david holmes July 2015

© david holmes July 2015November_Morning.html

The picture is, sadly not mine, and was shared on the internet. I could find no © thus I hope that who ever originally posted it minds not that I have used it, as it inspired these words within moments of me seeing this poignant and moving image . Thank You.