I hope everyone is having a good day and that you are all looking forward to the weekend. My chosen poem today is an adventure through the imagination.
The Distance Over the sounding sea, Off the wandering sea I smelt the smell of the distance And longed for another existence. Smell of pineapple, maize, and myrrh, Parrot-feather and monkey-fur, Brown spice, Blue ice, Fields of tobacco and tea and rice, And soundless snows, And snowy cotton, Otto of rose Incense in an ivory palace, Jungle rivers rich and rotten, Slumbering valleys Smouldering mountains Rank morasses And frozen fountains, Black molasses and purple wine, Coral and pearl and tar and brine, The smell of panther and polar-bear And leopard-lair And mermaid-hair Came from the four-cornered distance, And I longed for another existence. Eleanor Farjeon
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