Eton Langford Poet Rhyme

Words To Wine

When colors pouring from the sky
Pretend, in passing, to be free
Of memories which want to tie
Me down, I smile and let them flee. 

The faded paint of long ago
Was washed away by children’s hands
Before the blinding wind and snow
Had come in waves from foreign lands. 

I asked my conscience in what way
I might avoid its plainest trails, 
Yet it had not a thing to say
While cranes were voicing haunting wails.

I thus decided it was time
To leave my barren crib behind,
And walk along a straighter line
Until some restful place I’d find. 

At last I came across a field
Where Spring had left behind a sign
That she would soon return to wield
Her right to turn my words to wine. 

Since no one could besiege me there,
I sat in silence by a tree
And mustered all that I could bear
To set myself, like colors, free.

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