Sailors, soldiers, titled/ranked or not: death was indifferent.
Their bodies mark the parched battle grounds drenching
memories as an everlasting stamp on this land.
Laying in their graves they salute the surroundings with
flourishing poppies, waving their spill blood.
Tall and beautiful the red of each flower tells a tale,
of each fallen man English, German, French…
Do you hear it?
My interpretation for the above photograph for Magpie Tales Prompt for this week. Always remember, that in the midst of war, if you are safe at home someone is out in the elements protecting you. How does that make you feel?