Sightseeing and Colors
To passengers
The mossy green hanging from forested vines,
Browns on the tree trunks, white flow’rs dear to me,
The dusk’s deeping purple, rose hues streaked in lines,
What wonders to see! What wonders to see!
The crumbs of the earth piled up high on the hills,
The artisan tufts hidden in ev’ry cloud,
The groaning and clanking of old lumber mills,
The silvery glow of the moon hung and bowed.
The red of a barn door, the blue of the sky,
Yellow corn in the fields: pass them by! Pass them by!
