Thoughts at Christmas
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Christmas
Here, in the smoke of the city, These are the things I dream: Of island luggers heating north, And little ketches setting forth To sail the southern seas; Of spray blown salt against my face, And cocoa palms, like ragged lace Against a velvet sky.
The curve of reef beyond the bay, And mission bells on Christmas Day; Gay parrots screaming in the trees, Rainbow fish in opal seas; And, laughing, on the golden sand, Brown children running hand in hand . . .
These are the things I dream in vain> And long to know just once again.
—Marjorie Court Mclaughlin.
Victoria, Australia.