Red Poppy Ride

The poetry assignment was to take a poem you like, notice why you like it, and try to copy it. I chose e. e. cummings’ “i carry your heart with me” because I was supposed to read it a few weeks ago and got sick at the last minute. 

red poppy ride


the day after you left we rose early to ride bikes

(41 miles)

you were with me all the way


did you see the last weary bluebonnets

verbena and black-eyed Susans and white poppies. No red.

when the good folks of Walburg and Weir woke up

watched one thousand cyclists wind around fields of what will be corn

past horses with hearts held close inside skin finally

(at mile 37)

yellow butterflies beside mailbox 2543

and red poppies.


  1. i went and “red” for the first time “i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)” and found it pretty cool…as i also found your “red poppy ride.”

  2. Oh, it touched me deeply. Beautiful.