Poem April 7, 1945 Issue

My Vineyard

LOIS ALLEN BECK

The gate I thought securely latched,
Swung open wide one day;
Small foxes lurking just outside
Then crept inside to play.

So innocent, so meek, they seemed;
Yet presently I found
These subtle, unremitting sins
Uprooting fertile ground.

Now I refuse to entertain
These enemies of mine.
And quickly I denounce them all
Before they spoil the vine.

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