(Written in answer to 'The Librarian requests your attention.' by Mlle Omnisciente.)
Ah. To Samarkand with Flecker, or Cathay with old Marco,
Or Round the Horn with good Zeng He, so many years ago.
And when I was a soldier, out there in the mire,
We fought FOR running women and to save their homes from fire.
I'm written through with saga's and tales of misspent youth,
And sufferings, wars and glories, and that old search for the truth!
And simple soldiers poetry, that tell the tales of Old.
And Beasts who come into your life, to save them from the Cold!
But when it comes to lessons, my slate is clean and clear,
And so I come to sit with you, I come to sit and Hear.
(August 18,2007.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem