Redheads, with their fiery hair
oft have a temper that can scare.
Can God and Nature so conspire
to scarify with hair and fire?
Michael, Just to let you know from one who has red hair, the onset of gray tends to subdue the fire to barely glowing embers. North and South. lol Rusty
I enjoyed this poem. I want to say it feels like all the words are tidy and in their right place. The rhyme and rhythm schemes work well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh cripes, 'Rusty', now it all makes sense...so no more jokes about 'Dusty' then?