War Of The Seasons
J Joyce Hemsley
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Imaginary.
Springtime and bombs were still flying
Across the war-torn terrain.
Summer and soldiers lay dying
Praying for help in their pain.
Autumn and mothers were hoping
To greet their dear sons once again
But in Winter the poppy stopped growing
And the Army fought on in the rain.
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