National Poetry Day.

Yesterday I found a funny old poem in the library -

In Oban Bay.

Noon.
A shocking place. Too vulgar, dear, -
Such dreadful people - and so queer,-
and so outrageous in their gear, -
Go where you may;
'Tis odious all you see and hear
in Oban Bay.

Midnight.
A spot to dream of. Solemn height
And awe-struck ocean, silvered white,
'Neath August moon. Nor sound, nor
sight. Nor note of day.
Oh, Heaven, that it were always night
In Oban Bay!

Lucy Bethia Walford
(1845 - 1915)

They don't look all that queer to me! :)

Thanks to everyone for such kind comments on last night's aurora picture, possibly the worst photo I've ever posted on here! You are taking the spirit of Blipfoto to the extreme. Most excellent :)