A storm broke at dawn
Trees on the power lines
Buildings were falling on the track
I was accused of raising Cuba
I never talk of Cuba
Let the Cubans take it back
A small two-legged man
Walked a big three-legged dog
He was whistling a canine master's blues
I looked down at his feet
I noticed I was wearing
Two very different kinds of shoes.
That strange kind of day -
Let it happen, let it flow
It's bound to leave you stranded anyway.
Wonderful ideas Frank... love the theme of this, makes your mind whirl a bit! Hope you're well my friend! HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Charming poem Frank, brings on a smile, and the strange day doesnt feel quite as bad after reading this poem. Cheers Anita