Sometimes at night
In the fading light
It does come back to me
Where a log cabin stood deep in the woods
Devoid of all defugalties
Where time is set
To a seasons change
The largest gear in a time peace range
I did that day absorb my stay
On trout bacon and tea
When a drowsiness
At the end of this did come over me
A bush nap for those
In there fishing clothes
Know it only to be
The best of sleep in the woods so deep
Is it this type of slumber
We know'sout there
When we say gone fishing over there
Sometimes at night in the fading light
This does come back to me
Where a log cabin stood
Deep in the woods
Named peace and tranquility
Nick Krakana
Copyright 2013
Timmins - Ontario
Canada
Hi, Nick. I enjoyed this. The joys of not being tied to the clock (and the last three lines of stanza 2 are a great way of saying this): appreciation of food (bacon, trout and tea): and the sweet tiredness of coming back from a day's fishing then sleeping in your fishing clothes. The log cabin and the bush. Reading your poem roused some similar memories and brought me on a lovely visit there.
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I would like to translate this poem
U R A FIVE POINTER POET ALL UR POEMS ARE GOOD WE WILL READ THEM U DO OURS TOO