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The horizon looked as if a child had drawn

A thick blue line across a pale page

Leaving the sky and all the sea below

Like some vast mirror, so I could hardly gage

Which was which until, almost unseen,

The brown sails of a Thames Barge caught my eye

Cutting slowly towards Beachy Head

Its silent form securing sea and sky,

As if the chaos of the universe

Could be resolved by one simplistic sight,

A tiny speck to confirm up and down

And make me realise that I was right.

             If only all the problems that confuse

            Could be absolved by such a simple ruse.