Seven tall
Into the set of sun
Stopped
Then dropped
This war my course has run
No one knows
These words I shout
No one understands
My words about
And no one gives a damn
So let me set it straight
Nothing clever, wait
Pray let me hesitate
Rows of poppies
In a wild garden
About eight in the evening
A setting sun
In the first few days of summer
A photograph
You smile, we laugh
The light catches all our crinkles
We’ve sprinkled magic dust
On our generations rust
Just in time to mingle, single & free
The pamphlet Rainbows on my Spectacles is available at http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/rainbows-on-my-spectacles/id486905289?mt=11