Weather Vane

Weather Vane by Herbert Merrill

Here in this inland place where no
Seas resound or rivers flow,
We have an ocean made of air.
As deep as heaven and as fair.
As restless as the moving sea.
And bounded by eternity.

And High above all bottom things,
High on the courthouse tower,
swings
A lordly fish, all copper finned
And copper scaled, to tell the
wind,
To stem the tide and swim the sea
That thunders over roof and tree.



From: Saturday Evening Post Jan 22, 1949 p.114