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The Red Window


Here it is

The time struck 11

The strong soldiers

fell to their knees in glory



The poppies wait for a soul

to reach the red coffin

I look outside to see it

Its you planted in the ground



I believe that there is a secret world

Where you and many others lie

And your soul will grow a poppy

Thatís what we call them

For you they might be a window

Through life and death

So you can say hello to us for the last time

Archie Eastman


FootNote: By Archie who was aged 9 when written