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Shades of Cranberry
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Heritage and Legacy "I seem to hear those gentle
voices calling low out of the long long ago...
That's where I belong, singing a song,
a Song of the South."
Sam Coslow - © 1946 Walt Disney Productions
Plum shades of cranberry
decorate the old piano.
Even without the music
I hear the melody.
What has it seen and
what has it heard,
in those days long past?
Rhapsodies, sonatas,
children singing carols;
the rumble of horses
and firing rifles.
I hold the vase to my face
and inhale the past;
The fragrance is vanilla,
candlewax and fruits.
The sound is long skirts
shuffling and leather soles
on wooden floors;
gentlemen tipping hats.
A gift, maybe,
from a sweetheart.
Plum cranberry,
the color of wine,
catches the sun.
The deep secret within
remains there, for if I knew,
my vision would die,
lost forever to me, the dreamer
~
