There are those who must have mountains
and a burbling brook nearby
others are inclined to beaches
where a flock of gulls fly by
Many like to live in cities
others cling to country ways
I am one who needs a dwelling
filled with grace most every day
Whether fate brings me to prairies
hills or brooks or towns or farms
I need air that's filled with prayer
and to rest in God's great arms
There are those who must have mountains
and a burbling brook nearby
others are inclined to beaches
where a flock of gulls fly by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned... thanks for sharing..