First Words
Ingots of the finest gold;
Words hammered to the tongues of men.
Emotions in full measure,
with backs faced towards the wind
With the poet’s breath, the chimes swing
At the striking of his words, they ring!
Music even finds its place,
as the pretty maidens sing.
Bill Cantrell
Bill Cantrell
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