A red rose, as it grows
in my garden today
attracting the jet bumble bee
takes my memory back
to springs long ago when
we lived in the Southland
by shores of the sea.
Although a lifetime
has flown on its way,
like the flight of a bumble bee
I still think about you
as I nurture the rose
up here in the Northland,
and wonder if you
think of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem