The Chesapeake Bay, an arm of the ocean,
A highway encircling the earth,
Where a man with a skiff may sail to far lands,
Then return to the place of his birth.
Overhead glows the Milky Way,
Like grains of sand giving light,
A speckled path to the infinite
Visible each clear night.
Thus from a chair on the lawn,
One may think of the sea or the universe,
The speed of light, the magic of heat,
Or wonder why beings are so perverse.
–Margaret C. Gilbert, 11 February 1966
(Thinking of nature’s wonders and man’s wars)
(Written by my Grandma in 1966)
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