Because You Only Have One Youth

Exchange warm wool for whimsy
As good as the gold of your
  far flung vision

The wind is more than white noise

  And in this Land Of Promise         
   castle town trains import:

Brown-eyed babies, cranberry wreaths
Wispy cloud cups, May whistle music,
  Daisy paths among wet grass,
  Notebooks (they only cost a dollar)

Many are called
  but fail to choose

Be glad gypsy daughter
Your greatness awaits you