Dear Mary, this is sweet of you,
I thought I felt a hunch.
The breeze is light, the sky is blue
I'm sitting, having lunch.
And as I read your words again
my ears are glad to hear,
what you wrote just for me, back then,
a tear fell in my beer.
Thanks, Mary and your family
for thinking of my day,
next time it will be up to me
to send a Chardonnay.
Of course, a Chardonnay in words,
for all you lovely folks,
flown to Mount Morris by the birds,
an ageing poet's strokes.
I know you will be happy though
to hear from an old friend,
it makes you special, that I know,
quite special, in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem