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.
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