Illusion

PINK SATURDAY

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ILLUSION

Do you see pink? There is no pink.

There is no pink at all.

You're looking at a mirror

On a sort  of dove-grey wall!

And the ceiling that's reflected

Is an ordinary white!

The pink that's in this picture

Is just a trick of light.

Outside, in the real world,

The evening sun is setting,

And reflections of the sunset

Are what you're really getting.

I looked up from my keyboard

And I was quite surprised

To see the pink world I was in,

With grey and white disguised!

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LETHERINGHAM

These roses faded long ago

Along this country lane

And I know I'll never pass that way

And see that scene again.

But the little lanes of Letheringham

Still linger in my mind,

And the cottages grow dearer still

With each passing year, I find.

We stayed a while in Letheringham

Maybe ten years ago.

The cottages were very old;

The pace of life was slow.

Life wasn't too convenient;

The 'mod cons' weren't the best;

It was dreary when the rain came down,

And we weren't too impressed.

But, as years have passed, my memories

Have blotted out the rain

And focussed on the timelessness

Of that little English lane.

Old age is a sentimental time.

As many a rhyme discloses

And I often think of Letheringham

And rioting red roses.

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