Making New Roots

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My poem talks about uprooting and making a new home in a strange place.

Submitted: May 06, 2011

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When I was just a little seed
I left my mothers side,
And found myself making new roots
And it is there I will abide.


I have landed in a field
Like none I've seen before,
There are a lot of white crosses here
and as I turn oh... there's one more.


And in between those rows of white
I see flowers of red with black inside,
And not to very far from me
The wind has sent one for a ride.


My name is Poppy, he said to me
And this place is called Flanders Fields
We are the flowers that reminds all people
Who gave their lives and were killed.

Colin R. Cramm


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