of all things that bring hope of dawn
to live near a place called lorne,
the smiling face of its natural breeze.
to be reasured with ease.
loving nuteuring the heart of stone.
to be relaxed in, what you call home.
it does not matter in how you live,
to be able to live each day as you know
the love of a cild as you grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The great ocean road is a sinewy snake of poetic beauty at every turn and this is quietly reflected in your work. Rgds., frank.