By V. Vituli. Taken from the book Interlude.
Thousands of miles of sea and land,
Turbulent waters and choking sand;
Towering mountains that reach for the sky,
Peaceful valleys that aeons pass by:
Roaring town in war-time haste,
Quiet valley in Rembrandt taste;
Tangle jungle, trackless, wild,
Ploughed fields, haystacks piled;
Miles and miles of land and sea
'Twixt you and me, in captivity.