I will put in the box
a rugby ball made of pure gold
the sound of a well connected kick
and the cheer of the crowd as it goes through the posts.
I will put in the box
a grouse bone whistle which calls souls back to this world
a charred, hollow tree with jewels in the middle
the flame of a candle bringing hope to the earth.
I will put in the box
a single silver star
a golden eagle feather's eagle
and an encyclopedia of sport.
I will put in the box
a mirror that shows the truth
a hammer that can break anything
and the horn of a unicorn.
My box is fashioned from Diamond, Emerald and
and snow, with stalactites hanging from the ceiling
and a some rugby posts in the middle.
I will play Rugby in my box,
all day long and at night I will stare at the beauty
of the single silver star and dream of the next day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a box of dreams within reality... great write. Athena *** words will change the world ***