-the Greens of Africa's Foot-
IF IN IRELAND I WAS TO STAY
I SURELY WOULD HAVE A GO AND TRIED
THAT BLARNEY-STONE TO KISS WITHOUT DELAY
SO THAT I TOO THAT GIFT OF THE GAB BE ENDOWED
THAT EMERALD ISLE ARE SO WONT TO BOAST
O'ER HOW MANY SHADES OF GREEN THERE WAS
BUT NE'ER HAVE THEY BEEN TO THE FOOT OF AFRICA'S COAST
WHERE ALL FOUR OF THE SEASONS PAUSE
TO SHOW OFF ALL THE GREENS FROM THE MASTER'S BRUSH
THAT CAN THE IRISH HUES EMBARRASSMENT CAUSE
WHEN GLIMPSED, THE HUNDREDS OF PIGMENTS VERDANT FLUSH
BLUE, YELLOW, GOLD, PALE GREENS ON BIRDS, TREES, FLOWERS AND SNAKES
GREENS FROM VALLEYS, HILLS AND DOWN TO COASTAL SEA-GREEN
DIFFERENT COLOURS, TINGES AND TINTS ALL GREENS OF DIFFERENT MAKES
HERE WHERE MY LOVE AND I HAVE CHOSEN TO STAY
AMIDST ALL THE ABUNDANCE OF NATURES GREEN ARRAY
WHERE PEACE AND ORDER STILL RULES THE DAY
AND THE WORLDS TRAUMAS HAVE PASSED US BY
BECAUSE THERE'S NO WHERE FURTHER SOUTH ONE CAN FLY
SO OTHER LANDS THEIR PAINTED DYES ONTO US TRY AND LAY
BUT THE MASTER ARTIST HIS FINAL STROKE HERE AT THE FOOT DID PLY.
Copyright © Christopher Stopford | Year Posted 2012
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