Bonjour, Dominique.
Two perquisites of poetry
are wishful thinking
and drawing a long bow,
the meaning of which,
after this, you will know:
Their nerves,
stretched by the cackling
and lack of concern
of the peril
killing the pines in their park,
put the people of Strath
uppermost amongst the most grateful
to the United States and China
for keeping their coal in the ground,
and amongst the angriest
at Australia
for ripping out as much as it can
and selling it
before the inevitable worldwide ban.
Amitiés, Doug
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful spot Strathalbyn..... Great write too