A million seeds, a million more:
the boy-child sown and scattered.
It’s a long way to Tipperary,
it’s a long way to go…
A million shoots, a million more:
through soil of pain and song.
Keep smiling through, just like
you always do…
A million stems, a million more:
grown up through man and metal.
It’s a long way to Tipperary,
to the sweetest girl I know.
A million buds, a million more:
resonant with thoughts of home.
‘Til the blue skies drive the
dark clouds far away.
Black faces formed (a million strong)
in fields (yet millions more).
Goodbye, Piccadilly!
Farewell, Leicester Square!
Red-ringed remembrance borne on by
the weightful wind through time.
We’ll meet again, don’t know
where, don’t know when…
A poppy’s petals flowering
to fullness in the rain.
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary,
and my heart’s right there.
A field of children, keeping young,
and men not growing old.
But I know we’ll meet again
some sunny day.
Image credit: Surrey Live
william altoft 
William, Seeing Terracotta soldiers was very moving and reminded me of the trenches in the First World War; 2,250 years later. It’s the individual that dies and suffers. Dad Sent from my iPhone
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