Poppy
'Poppy on East Hill, Sudbury' by Jay Cool Poppy is a blood-red word, No pulse, now lost No heartbeat, hampered Called out for World War's cost. Yet poppies, red and proud, Sit high atop Linen suits in crowds Giving life to men's non-stop Legs that march to beat of drum As sockets swing Arms, punching right, fist and thumb For them, no wars, impending Today, I wear my poppy Proud, and Uncles, great Remember. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sunday 11th November, 2018 Inspired by 'On Receiving the First News of the War' by Issac Rosenberg, 1890-1918. Composed in remembrance of my many Great-Great Uncles, from Myddle, Shropshire and Wolverhampton & Birmingham, in the West Midlands, who gave their lives in the First World War. Roll of Honour, St Peter's Church, Myddle