Pretty young girls with shining hair
short shorts and skirts
and brown legs bare,
Brash young men with bluster and bluff
flex their muscles and strut their stuff.
And youth grabs life, makes it stand and deliver
for this is their time -
summer on the river.
Old folks sit in the shade of a tree
and smile at familiar memory
and the river flows and rolls along
down many a year
to the same old song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have our day in the sun, you have written such a vivid scene, that is as alive and fresh as our memories of our younger years, full of brash fun. I love the last lines of this superb write!