Red Poem by David Pass

Red is the colour of life giving blood
When haemoglobin is rich in O2.
The beating heart pumps it round in a flood.
The two lungs aerate it when it turns blue.

Red is the light when the sun starts to set
‘Cause this is refracted more than the blue.
A beautiful sunset we don't forget.
Those really spectacular are so few.

Roses are pretty, especially the red
And these often have the sweetest perfume.
Not for us but for insects instead.
But a gift for us when they are in bloom.

Red is the deck of my Topper dinghy
And red is the sail that catches the wind
That drives us fast across waves on the sea.
I steer the rudder and keep the sail trimmed.

Red is the wine that is good as a balm
And dark is the stout I choose as a beer.
Both mop up free radicals that do us harm.
Medicine and taste combine to give good cheer.