These delicate, translucent blooms are not much seen today,

A glimpse of what once used to be in fields along the way,

In sunny spots they flourished there, with shades of pink and red,

Reminders of when blood was shed and soldiers that fell dead.


Upon those fields the men who died, thought nothing of their lives,

They gave their last breath willingly, their purpose still survives,

The blood they shed filled fields with red, but new life came to be,

Their lives weren’t spent on emptiness, they set so many free.


Now poppies grow within those fields, sweet, dainty, fragile blooms,

Those flowers grow where others don’t, upon those deadly tombs,

Displaying life where there was none, where others fear to tread,

An everlasting monument and tribute to the dead.







As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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