Flower Power

I’m looking out me window into me Backyard

I see a sea of poppies quietly growing wild

I have a photograph album with pictures of

Me Dad during the Korean Conflict and

Uncles during World War II all so young

And handsome back then in crewcuts and uniforms

They took their share of poppies to Europe and Asia

Many of their friends never made it home

I see some men five to fifteen years older than I

So equally young and handsome in their day

With their long flowing hair and paisley clothing

They took their share of poppies to Canada

Defiantly flaunting Woodstock posters and peace symbols

As they heeded the words of false Flower Power prophets

Bartholomew Barker, each Monday, gives us a Monday Poetry Prompt, from his fab Living Poetry blog.

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