Roadside Poppies

The travelled road, the beaten track,

The routine rut of there and back,

Landmark trees, and grassy verge,

The ditch beyond, the fields that merge,

Much of a muchness, who’s to say

The scene will change another day,

Eyes ahead with foot put down,

The modern way is out of town,

There to the side, a flush of flower,

A small reminder - greater power,

No concrete maze, no urban sprawl,

No miles of tarmac, sky rise tall,

Could take the place of poppy red

In roadside bloom or flowerbed.

©Philip Holden

2003

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