CLOUD-SCAPE
Some men see pictures in the fire and speak their thoughts aloud, But give to me a windy day with fields of flying cloud, The open canvas of the sky wide arched and washed with blue, With rising tides and mounting waves and great seas breaking through. And here shall rock the galleon, her storied sails unfurled. And here the lost flotillas set their dream-quests round the world. While yonder rides a man o’ war, lowbodied grim and grey. Out of the flying scud of cloud all on a windy day. Some men see fortunes in the fire and some have travelled far, And many find their ports of home beneath a foreign star. But any man behind the plough could mark the course with me Of sky-built fleet and battleship and * proud old Argosy. —W.S.T.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 77, 22 June 1927, Page 14
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