“LOCAL COLORING.”
(Dedicated to Our Descriptive Writers.)
The tale told thrillingly of lemon skies,
Of salmon hills beneath a blue sunrise;
It feelingly described a cerise field
Where purple rabbits ate pink onions, peeled.
The color card passed to another pen,
And lightning changes awed our common ken;
For lo, we’re told those hills are palest mauve,—
Like molten gold the fiery sun above.
The lemon sky has veered to cherry red,—
Maroon, the field where purple rabbits fed;
Has Nature cursed us with a spotted land?
Nay, “highly colored” tales are in demand.
Hester Grey.