James Brown Poet Rhyme

Goodbye Innisfree

To dream of a place
Where I can be.
Four doors and four walls 
Are all that I need.

An Island with trees on
A friend to each season
A home who would love me like wind.

I'd split a tree
And build breakfasts in spring
Raising a cabin from earth and cut reeds
Eggs and smoked bacon and hands round hot tea
Dew wet in pollentops, sewing bright seeds.

I'd dig a well
And pack lunches in summer
Guarding the garden by light of warm moons
Strawberries, cream sauce, beer and fried mussels
Adventures in woodshades, and haze on dark dunes.

I'd weave warm clothes
An do dinner in autumn
Harvest brown beans as the green skies blow thin
Dark stews with mushrooms, blackberries and sloes
Shortening days, I store piles of dead things.

I'd make a bed
And sleep for the winter
Wind wrecks my made things as days disappear
Dreaming of puddings as my cabin's tested
Shooting a bird, my last meal of the year.

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