I wandered 'cross a mountainside high above Kabul
Five thousand million poppies there - and each one beautiful
Each poppy was perfection, each poppy flamed blood red
Those poppies fast seduced me and marked out my way ahead.

I sat upon that mountainside high above Kabul
A cool wind soft blew over me and stirred the air with fragrance full
The poppies they swayed side to side in a mesmerising way
For there was beauty to behold on that dreamlike summer day.

I wandered 'cross that mountainside high above Kabul
The poppies had enraptured me in a way most magical
The poppies seemed to breathe forth life and form a tapestry so bright
Their vivid beauty pulled me on and their allure I could not fight.

I wandered further from Kabul upon that mountainside
The poppies were now part of me and had taken me inside
A world of pure perfection yet a world of hollowed will
Those poppies were my innocence and this dream lives with me still.

David Keig

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-above-kabul/