Lost love.

This content is about the world war one.

A poem about all things red.

Too many country boys grow up to die heroes. They forfeit their dreams to fight senseless wars, in places far from where they once were free to walk the land, to breathe the innocent air of youth. No matter where their bones may come to rest, whether under blood-red poppies or beneath the smoke-filled skies of past and present, they will always be back home again in spirit.

Poetry about the human condition and what humankind sometimes does to escape from reality.

A haiku.

A poem inspired by the poppies which grow near our house in Flanders field.

Inspired by the remembrance day service at the Royal Albert Hall.