The Possession

This is beautifully representative of Grandad's passion and admiration of Nature.

A swan on the lake at eventide,

Statuesque on rink of crinkled pink:

Two fluffy, grey cignets that snugly ride

Between ivory wings:

On the tranquil horizon, a saffron sun,

In an ocean of azure, poised e'er it dips

Behind the far-distant empurpled hills:

The squawk of a wild-duck in the reed,

A coot call quavering, high-keyed:

Startled, to flight takes the penguin-grebe;

Day is near done!

On corrugated glass of lemon, roseate, slate,

Wooded islands sleep:

No longer the bullfinch chirps to his mate:

Night shadows creep.

Occurance departs! Reflection lingers on,

In heart and in brain,

An unencumbered possession:

And when I am gone,

It will still remain.