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And contemplate the eternity of creation, Sometimes I could cry; When mackerel sky Stretches endlessly before me And joyful birds dodge mallow clouds That skim the roof of the world. In hues of peach and blue and misty grey Warmed to life by a blood sun Slung low over northern winter land and sea, My home. When savage wind and rain make dreams Of hot and distant foreign climes, I remember sights like this And chide myself that I should ever forget For one moment such beauty unsurpassed. Even when the heavens blacken and boil with rage Like Turner's Tempest, I would pay to see Were it not provided free. Imagine never watching weather and waves Punish or soothe the earth, The power and glory of Mother Nature manifest. To be blind would mean to never more Gorge on the feast of vision But to watch within and count on memories. I would rather die than never see My sky again. Linda (e-mail: jelibow@tinyworld.co.uk URL: www.knobblycrab.co.uk/~feeblemind) |
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