SEPIA SCENES
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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