Ochre
Lichen
On
Slate
Roofs
Saffron
Sands
With
Pebbles
Dusted
Fringe
The
Bay
The
Waves
Chase
To
Island
Mount
Carved
From
The
Granite
Set apart
In
Azure
Blue
Clouds
Of
Cotton
Passing
Over
Herring Gulls
Patrolling
Through
Up the shore
The nets
Lie
Tangled
Mixed
With
Seaweed
In
A
Line
White
Horses
Beat
The
Beach
Elated
Here
I Sit
The
Storm
Abated
Heaven
Is
Not
Hard
To find
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Yoonoos, Was just layin in the sun thinking it doesn't get much better than this Egal..