White

Sitting on a hillside
With a view of the town
The beauty was a sight
And a long way down

I prepared to paint
A lovely playground scene
But my heart grew faint
I'd not white for a shade of green

I could not paint the sky,
The shimmer on the pool,
The birds scattered in flight,
The children, and the school

Reflecting all around
White held the greatest value
To the valley I soon bound
Seeking that highest virtue

pondering
G K Chesterton's Essay: A Piece Of Chalk G K Chesterton's Essay: A Piece Of Chalk. Read online.
www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/20734/ -

what a good read
he made me think of many things
what makes good writing
the value of white
what poets write about- and the need to write more of nature
and he stirred me with a desire to return to my hill- though a very cold day. I stood and looked at all around me- the temple in the the distance, the birds playing in the natural spring, the two (memoriums?) that have now lay decored with Christmas. I don't know if someone died up here or if ashes were laid to rest. But two children come up here to remember a loved one and leave little gifts...Reminding me how precious family is!