Rocks

SEPIA SCENES

http://sepiascenes.blogspot.com/2011/05/sepia-scenes.html

SANDSTONE

Sometimes the dazzle of the sun and the sea

Obscure the more mundane beneath our feet.

Here is a humdrum beachside view, with all the colour bleached,

Devoid of blue and green, and breeze and heat.

And, suddenly, the sandstone reveals itself to us,

With curves and shadows, like a piece of art,

And greenery and waves recede from their normal centre-stage,

While sandstone plays the most important part.

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MIRROR! MIRROR!

Mirror, Mirror by the River

Where the ruffled waters quiver,

Aren't you rather oddly based,

In a childrens playground placed?

We view you strangely as we pass;

There isn't even any glass!

We look right through you to the view!

Mirrors are not for looking through!

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But little children now arrive!

Suddenly you come alive

As they run from side to side;

Hiding where they cannot hide,

Jumping through you, making faces,

Acting tough with rude grimaces;

Primping, prattling and pretending.

Your uses now are never-ending.

Why! I hear a Snow-White call

'Mirror! Mirror! On the wall!'

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