Jennifer Brock Poems

With love and tenderness and a careful beholding hand
A tiny bud to a fragrant bloom for it is the Master's plan.

With sunshine and raindrops tender seeds do sow
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Don't shed a tear, I'm off to war
Yes, it's true, I've never done this before.
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You are the living, you are the dead,
It is these words he has often read.
'In Flander's Field the poppys grow
between the crosses row on row.'
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