My poppy rooted in politics and pain

A century ago Canada’s best, each one imbued with youthful zest, marched away on a desperate quest

A century ago Canada’s best, each one imbued with youthful zest, marched away on a desperate quest, which pinned this poppy on my chest.

Huddling together in sodden trenches; hands aching from impulsive fist clenches; inhaling death’s unforgettable stenches: Canadians I never met, to whom I owe a debt, lest l forget.

Lloyd Atkins

 

Salmon Arm Observer