Worlds apart

I see the world through the eyes of English.

My colours are green and red and blue.

And do they mean the same to you?

My green is the May grass in the field

Near the river,

And yours is the palm by the beach

Or the shallow sea that covers

The warm sand in the morning.

You see verde, maybe,

But whatever it is that you have seen

Is not the same as I see as green.

My hot and cold are on Somerset hills,

When the warm air comes in June

From the Channel with the seagulls,

Or when the east wind blows

And on a February dawn

Plays havoc with the frozen grass.

The benchmarks in this world we share,

And the side of the fence we happen to be,

They all depend where we were raised

Where we grew up and learnt each name.

We use the words that fit our world

And other worlds are not the same.

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