The genus Papava, in a field of swaying corn,
Vivid against the ripened gold;
Or scattered randomly, along the hedgerows,
Petals at risk from the morning cold.
Symbolic of the gallant fighting forces
Alone, in the mud bogged trenches,
These scarlet heads sway in Summer breeze,
A jewel, beside rustic, roadside fences.
It’s personality tainted, by narcotic use,
Yet, it’s outstanding beauty, a floral splendour,
The Poppy remains a dominant feature,
Prominent , eyecatching, and tender.
To a young girl given the name Poppy,
She’ll be a beauty, who stands out in a crowd;
Radiant, and bright: a jewel in her field,
Standing tall, and extremely proud
