Drizzlyafternoon
Good rain falls today it's not splashing violently
down filling gutters and causing flooding, it falls
softly and is welcomed by the soil, grass and leaves.
Peaceful and lazy I stand in the doorway looking out
and I hear guns rusting quietly in the rain, as damp
ammunition fizzes white smoke, but does no harm.
If I could bottle peace of this un-heroic landscape of
Algarve and send it to Palestine; will it be drunk? Or
will they claim it's against their religion to do so?
I don't know, and you don't come calling me a seer,
it's just that all the peace around here is a waste and
it ought to be exported to those who need it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem