Boats
Boating lakes disappearing fast,
Old sailors remembering the good old days,
A English tradition slowly faded away,
Tiny vessels plying their trade,
Summer days sailing on the Trent.
By Christopher Tye
That brings back memories, but the peddle boats where to hard to manage lol Annette
When the time sail life with age, it never returned back to home...but it will forever go and gone...but memories will always floating the same..around us, lovely work Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pregnant with a.profound longing for joys the past. Well done my friend.