What did you die for, Jack? I ask as I sit myself at your grave-side to rest my aches and pains Liberated from meter (almost) - I may have finished tweaking, for now!
My contribution to tomorrow's Poetry Day. Acknowledgements as appropriate to the original author. Posting early in case flu takes me before 4 Oct.
What did you die for, Jack? I ask as I sit by your grave a long way from home and take in the sun and the cooling breeze of a French morning like you would have known