Island Grassland

Living on island grassland
Inhabitants sip wine from the blue sea
Had on them fairy skin from head to hands
Tamed to dew infested trees
Seldom gain the peaceful joy or hue
And life here bent from day
None of colours or skin hid from heavens candlestick
It brightens corners which beneath valley lay
While in outer silence abide the island plain
Among whose dwelling creatures were slain
Then on their refuse ground the snow by night
Plainly vainly it was not
Unless on that idle day delight
Respond perfectly by a snot
Of grassland paradise mixed with gen and gentleness
Wild and wind sand and sea
Heaven without earth all same as calmness
Silent sea and sickening salt sea
All we had to bed was yorn as loud

by George Egba

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