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.
Copyright © Richard Francis | Year Posted 2009
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