THERE WAS A LAND OF DAY

WITH WHITE ZEBRAS

AND BLACK STRIPES

 

THERE WAS A LAND OF NIGHT

WITH BLACK ZEBRAS

AND WHITE STRIPES

 

Written by

ALLAN PORTER

© 1970

 

 

PART I

There was a land of very dark

Without even a trace of light

There were just stars and only

A moon in the distant land of night

 

You couldn't even see the horizon

Or things distant or things afar

The only way you could take a walk

Was to follow the nearest star

 

It may seem strange to you

To know that night time is all the time

But to tell the time of night

You had to listen to the watch's chime

 

The best time when all was well

Was when the land was covered in snow

For when you could see more and more

And even how tall one could grow

 

The strangest thing about this land

Was that the only one there

Were zebras with many stripes

The zebra was black but the stripes fair

 

He roamed and galloped in the land

He ate from the dark bushes and plants

He bathed in the dark rivers and lakes

And for fun he would jump and dance

 

He had many zebra friends

All with black bodies and stripes white

They were kind to each other

With only the hope to see some light

 

PART II

There was a land of very bright

Without even the trace of night

There was the sun and sky and clouds

And the whole day was always light

 

You could see the horizon

And the mountains with snow

The lakes and rivers

Were all in the sun aglow

 

It may seem strange for you

That daytime is always

You need only look at the clock's face

To tell the time of day

 

The best time when all was well

Was when the sun did shine

After a long heavy rain

Then all glistened and looked so fine

 

The strangest thing about this land

Were zebras with stripes galore

The zebras were white with black stripes

The same on their houses and doors

 

They roamed and galloped in the land

Then ate from berries and bushes green

Then swam in the blue rivers and lakes

And color was also in their dreams

 

He had many zebra friends

All with white bodies and stripes black

And is any one was missing

He could look to the front and back

 

PART III

It happened one day not long ago

In the land of color and light

The white zebras with black stripes

Decided to make a trip and took to flight

 

They came upon the edge of the forest

And closed their ranks between the trees

They entered with caution cantering slow

They peered through and felt the breeze

 

The first zebra slowed to a walk

The second looked down with glee

And saw his shadow and called out

Look my friends ,what do you see?

 

The third zebra saw a second shadow

The fourth claimed to see a third

The fifth an sixth zebras

Saw the fourth and fifth then heard

 

"Why we are surrounded by shadows

and the deeper in the woods we go

so little light is seen"

Total darkness as they walked in a row

 

Zebra one said to zebra seven

How strange it is to be in the dark

We entered the empty world of shadow

Why, trees have lost the color of bark

 

With color hues disappearing before them

They slowly walked in the world of night

All became values of black.white and gray

And they circled together in fright

A call from the distance came to ear

"Are you lost my brothers in our land"

Come without fear to friends of the dark

We are brothers and understand

 

The voices were coming from afar

And the zebras of the land of day

moved hesitating in a huddle

following the calls so far away

 

As the voices came near

And the woods deep pitch black

Colors were almost void

When zebra five said lets turn back

 

"Welcome to the land of night and from

Where do you come?"from a voice nearby

From the land of day far away

The zebras said with a sigh

 

The land of day?

Questioned the next brother

Where and what is that strange land?

"It is not dark like here ,it is other

OTHER THAN WHAT?

 

PART IV

It is difficult to explain

In mere words and simple fact

For we speak in terms of color

Not in white to gray to black

 

Suppose we make the trip

Then, you can learn the tradition

So even you can tell the colors

In all and every position

 

They began to walk

To the boarder of the night

They reached the woods

And saw a twinkle of light

 

The approach seemed different now

For all that took place was in reverse

Night was turning into day

Not day to night in verse

 

Their shadows began to diminish

While as before they increased

The shadows became less and less

Until all but one had ceased

 

So here we are in the land of day

Where the hues become an attitude

As one saw red, yellow ,blue and green

With brown and purple in multitude

 

 

 

"My", said the zebras from the night

"It is other than what we could believe

There are more colors in one gray tone

As there are holes in a sieve"

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Why the water is blue as the sky

The grass is green like trees

The fruits are red, orange,blue and green

And the yellow wheat moves in the breeze

 

Black and white describes the form

The values of grades in terms of gray

And shades of form in light and dark Giveaway to the colors in the land of day

 

Oh! how wonderful our world can be

To see things in color galore

And that which sparkles and gleams

This is the world I do adore

 

Oh what we have missed and couldn't see

And did not even mind

In our simplicity in grades of gray

Only now to know, we are color blind

 

The world cannot be all the same

With us black zebras of the night

Yet the white zebras of the day

To return to dark with only fright

 

Behold my friends of day and night

There seems to be something wrong

When I look at us very close

One can't determine to whom we belong

 

It is true ,says zebra seven to zebra ten

We have changed or we are the same

But what is it that makes us feel

We are not who we are in form or name

 

Our stripes changed from light to dark

Night we are black with stripes of white

At day we are white with stripes of black

Now we are all black striped body light

 

The zebras looked to each other

Quite sincere and inquisitive

It seems to be a fact of truth

That who and where we are is relative

 

FIN