Driftwood Fire

Driftwood Fire Today, I walked the rocky shore Enjoying the winds wild choir And gathered there as I have before The fuel for a driftwood fire. Where came these twists of tortured wood? That lay here bare and dry From lands afar where once they stood? Now come here bye and bye? Or from its home, here, back once more Wave tossed upon the sand From fragrant woods, down tidal bore Now to my eager hand? It matters not from where they came From what land or sea that they have been Upon our shore they’re all the same Left here for me to glean. Then to my home I take these twists Weathered grey, no colour do they inspire Until winter’s cold and sea’s first mists Give way to a driftwood fire. Then castles tall with banners bold Are built within the flame With a sunset’s palette their stories told And beauty they will regain.