The Province of Beach

Irises, daisies,
Blossoms for the eyes,
Buttercups and wild roses
Are flowers for the noses.

However lovely
The fantastic land,
All the local sights and smells
Can only lie somewhere else.

Sun on the green leaves,
June in the mountains,
Every grace a body craves,
The stones, the glittering waves.

However lonely
Imagination,
The clouds on the sky’s high shelf
Won’t talk to anyone else.