Red

We called it Red
The colour of true love
On scenic faces in the sun
Our hearts would cry and yearn for one
The shades of night came far too soon
The sun and sky to tread

We called it Red
A lollipop
That glowed a crimson glow
Like all those poppies row on row
Foreshadowing the flaming suns
Resounding in my head

We called it red
The blood that flows
On thousand Flanders fields
Who knows what seeded blood will yield
Perhaps for blackened crows

© Rudolf Penner