The End of the Way

If I was an artist I never would rest
Until I painted the picture I love best
It would show a sunset in the western sky
With pink, golden and purple clouds up on high.

Seen through the branches of the trees on the lawn
It gives hope that a new day will one day be born
Where reconciliation will become an established fact
And not just a meaningless, socialist tract.

From the collection - RHODESIAN REVERIE
Memories by Robert Heinrich Percival Cornell
Contributed by his grandson Rob Staniland
Email : Rob