Tree-High Nest

I want to have a tree-high nest Where silence does not cease, And leave the rest At peace. While there, I’ll dream of birds and fays Without the care of time, And live my days In rhyme. The summer’s heat will roll a-swing To visit my abode And gently sing Her ode. The winter cold shall never touch My heart while I am there, At ease in such A lair. The ages of the world shall pass Like shadows in a dream Whose colored glass Will gleam. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com