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Moira Andrew’s Poem, Poppies for Remembrance

Poppies for Remembrance

 

Scarlet poppies can flutter

like fragile butterflies

in the dry yellow corn

of summer.

 

And they can dance

like graceful ballerinas

among the feathery stalks

of barley.

 

Red poppies can glow

like bright little lamps

on our warm winter coats

in November.

 

And they can whisper,

like long-lost voices

from the forgotten fields

of Flanders.

 

© Moira Andrew

 

Moira Andrew was born and educated in Scotland. She became a primary teacher, and later, after becoming a lecturer in Craigie College of Education in Ayr, began writing poetry. In her next job as head of a primary school near Bristol she started to write for children. Moira’s website is here.

Poem for National Poetry Day, by Dru Marland

unherd

So many sheep, if asked, would tell
you how they’re wild and free
and independent minded. Well,
they’d say, you won’t catch me
consorting with the common herd.
I’ve even grown a fine goatee
and listen to Coltrane and Bird,
and read the works of well-known potes.
I think conformity’s absurd.

But when they round up all the goats
they’ll hide inside their woolly coats.

 

© Dru Marland