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Where The Poppies Grow
Adriana Seserko

There is a tale often told,
of a place where the poppies do grow;
where boys and men fought courageously to defend, country and home.
Here the fields blaze and glow,
underneath the suns ever watchful eye,
and what a sight it is to behold,
a scarlet sea of poppies that ripple and sway, like ocean waves in the gentle breeze.
Peaceful is the place where the poppies grow,
though once it was not so.
Long ago, soldiers cried, rallied, as their fallen brothers moaned.
The veiled silence palpable, a grim testimony of the dead,
A dirge whispered on the breath and sigh of the wind,
yet scarcely caught to the deafening roar of warfare.
You may hardly believe it so now, with the birdsong chirped so sweet,
yet how awful was the bellow of gunfire, the explosions that boomed
like thunder and lightning on a stormy summer eve.​
Remembrance Day 2022
Poem and artwork by celebrated Australian artist, Adriana Seserko.​

It may be difficult to imagine the horror, for those who have only known peace,
to live daily in uncertainty and in fear of ones life,
to be bruised body and soul by atrocities witnessed and experienced.
Yet Spirit was not abandoned, when it could have easily been crushed,
determination and great bravery prevailed in men,
peace and freedom their lasting gift to all of us.
Too many lives were sacrificed, lost to the place where the poppies grow,
fathers and sons, brothers and uncles, lovers and dear friends,
their crimson life blood staining the battle ravaged earth in shades of red.
Destruction, loss, and despair time nursed, as only time could do,
till all suffering waned,
and peace again governed in a world remade anew.
At this place an army still stands, though only the perceptive can truly see it,
for not a regiment of men can be found there but only a legion of proud poppies.
Forevermore the poppies keep vigil, igniting the flames of remembrance,
and guard the place where now they grow in point of the lost and fallen.
Together, we will remember them, now and evermore.


James Douglas (Grandfather)
1891 - 1975
Carried shrapnel in his lungs from WW1.


Pop Douglas2.jpg
 
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You don't have to reflect on WW1 , we are seeing the horrendous waste of human life in Ukraine now. I just read that over 100,000 Russian Soldiers have been killed and only God knows how many Ukrainian soldiers and citizens have been senselessly murdered. After all the wars, we have learnt, NOTHING!!! Mackka
You're right Mackka, but this movie is really an Anti-war film. It shows the view from an ordinary German's position. Not much different from our side at the time really. All King and Country stuff.
 
Jack, thank you. As a young bloke I was fortunate to have mates that came from Germany, Yugoslavia, Scotland, Finland, you get the picture and one of my German mates , Walter ( Wally) would invite me around for lunch, German Sausage, German mustard , homemade bread snd Schnapps. Not bad for a 13 year old. His father, Klause, told me he was gladto have been captured by the Yanks and immediately smashed his rifle against a tree So he could end the needless slaughter of blokes he didn’t know and didn’t have any quarrel with. So I get it. Cheers Mackka
 

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