Paper Poppies

There is a place in the back of my mind where bad dreams fear to go. 

There is a place in the back of my mind where nary a wind will blow. 

Where there are no lies, not thunder, or rain,

Where there is no lightning, no rage, no pain, 

There is a place in the back of my mind where the bad things will not grow. 

 

There is a place in the back of my mind where doubt and fear can’t stay

There is a place in the back of my mind where pain can never stray. 

Where the larks call and cry,

Where the sunset always lights the sky,

There is a place in the back of my mind where bad things fly away.

 

There is a place in the back of my mind where the paper poppies grow high.

There is a place in the back of my mind where the crosses in rows lie.

Where the peaceful sky cannot break,

Where all the dead dreams cannot wake,

There is a place at the back of my mind where sacred dreams go to die. 

 

(c) F. Dill

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