Woman In Red Poem by Allan James Saywell

If only you could have seen
My Woman in red
He caught his first sight of her
Behind a brick kiln shed
Though she appeared a shadow in the haze
Enslaved for ever he would be
Should anything stop a man from his work
Duties he would never shirk
His gaze transfixed on the way she walked
She floated past
Left him with only a stare
He could see her better
Only for the glare
If only he could have said
To the woman in red
The thoughts that were running
Through his head
Long of stride, strong of thigh
She continued to pass him by
The kind of woman that make strong men cry
Was the woman in red