THE PAPER DOVE - A REMEMBERANCE DAY POEM.

Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,

Gliding gently over fields

And countries torn by war,
It has no idea of the fighting below,

Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Its eyes are heavy,
Visions lie heavy in its mind,
The poppy fields glide past,

Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
They feel the blasts,
The pain,
The black mass that engulfs the men,


Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Children crying for their fathers,

After reading letters of loss,

The endless sombre parades,

Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Love lies underneath,

Blood red poppies scattered below,

The folded feathers float onto the poppy fields.


Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Launched by a child, off mountains high,
Watched by millions,
A peace spreader,
A hope bringer,
Only soft white paper feathers fall in the wind,
From The Paper Dove.

- Written by Mark
Age 14 (2010)
Heckmondwike Grammar School, Yorkshire, UK.