I sat and pondered at the sight –
A sea of monochromed delight,
For where all colours once did paint
Now laid an Ocean of white taint.
And sky was white, and roadways too,
And white were fields where green I knew,
Where lines amok by childish hands
Had stood dark walls upon these lands.
And yet, the more that hid from me -
The more, much more, that I did see!
Each skeleton of twig or branch,
Each naked tree that I did glance,
Each mountain ridge set to the sky
And valleys shadows caught my eye,
And dotted farms, mere silhouettes,
Sat in this sea, cast, lonely sets.
Too bright the glare (I turn the eye) –
Turn from the land, when from the sky
That low, low ball of golden hue
Breaks out to shine on World anew.
I pondered on this beauty long
Collecting thoughts of scene and song,
To keep and savour for the time
I’ll sail again this sea of mine.
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