Fields Of Poppy Blood

• Elizabeth Tran, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

Fields of tarnished gold,
Bathed in a copper sunlight
And fog of glassy silver.
In rustic grass blades,
Dirt littered with lead bullets,
By barbs of steel wire,
The ANZACs lay still;
Their titanium plated hearts
Are finally at their rest.
They can shed their mercury tears
Amongst poppies of iron blood.