The Red Flower.
The time stood still in once was no man land.
For the alone soldier in the red field.
The sweet fragrance of the scarlet flowers.
Drift itself gentle across the air.
The time sent him back to the 1940's.
In the fox hole; he trying keep warm.
Listening for Jerry come.
Now with rifle in his hands.
In a wink of eye.
The alone soldier is back amongst the poppy again.