Morning in Whitmore Village from the STCOBA NSW 2014 Dance Souvenir

The eastern sky takes a golden hue,

And sets the mountains ablaze.

The dew like scattered jewels spread,

Glistens across the vale.

 

The herd moves silently to the farmhouse shed,

And rabbits make way to their burrows.

A robin redbreast flits from bough to bough,

And a raven sings its plaintive song.

 

I walked along a wooded path,

Away from the pastures green.

And there beheld the mountain range,

With a placid lake beneath.

 

Some yachts were tethered to the buoys,

While others floated by.

The maples stood with golden crowns,

Others with orange, russet and brown.

 

The woods were painted in autumn colors,

But the ground was sparse and bare.

A pheasant called from the thicket below,

To its mate on the far-off mound.

 

I paused and stopped near a golden elm

And looked towards the sky

And saw a pale blue tent above me

Without a trace of cloud.

 

I stood spellbound in absolute awe

Until it was time to move.

Then I turned, and walked back home,

In contentment and joy.

 

They err those who say

This land is desolate and bare,

But the forested ghylls and the gently rolling hills

Is a beauty rarely surpassed.

 

The loose stone walls that demarcate the fields,

The mist rolling down the mountain peaks,

The meandering brooks which through the valley flows,

Inspires both the watercolourist and the poet.

 

I wished that my wife and daughter were there,

To see the glorious morn,

And remember in the years to come,

A Cumbrian village at dawn.

 

They surely err, when they say this land

Is desolate and bare.

 

(I dedicate this poem to my wife whose tolerance of a rival was most

modern; and to my daughter, for her unrestrained love, generosity,

energy, inspiration and insight. If not, this would remain forever in

my mind and heart – unspoken and unexposed. – Asoka)

 

Asoka Perera

Buck House; De Saram House 1951-1963

 

Editor’s note: After Warden Canon R.S. de Saram left STC at the end

of 1958, a group of senior masters decided to nominate a group that

would be the first entrants to the newly formed De Saram House

in 1959. They chose a mix of students based on their academic

and sporting prowess. Asoka was chosen to move from Buck to De

Saram. He was appointed a House Prefect and shortly afterward

became a School Prefect