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"I seem to hear thos gentle voices calling low,

Out of the long, long ago

This heart of mine is in the heart of Dixie,

That's where I belong.

Singing a song, a Song of the South."

Sam Coslow, 1946 Walt Disney Productions.



CRANBERRY VASE



The plum shades of cranberry

decorate the old piano.

Even without the music,

I hear the melody of days gone by.

What has it seen? What has it heard

in those days so long past?

Rhapsodies, sonatas,

children singing carols,

the rumble of horses,

and firing rifles?



I hold it close to me

and inhale the past.

The fragrance is vanilla candlewax

and fruits,

and the sounds are

shuffling of long skirts,

leather soles on wooden floors.



It was a gift. I can feel it.

Perhaps to a sweetheart.

Plum cranberry, the color of wine,

catches the sun.

There is a secret within,

but it speaks not;

for if I knew, my vision would die,

lost forever to me,

the dreamer.