Words washed to shore on aired waves for me
sent from a friend I may never see.
Of those gallant times of years ago
how they lived them all and loved them so.
Taking time to share with me
all or some of who they maybe still yearn to be.
Casting bits and parts of life
to share with a stranger in dark of night.
Never to grace the ground I live
but somehow feeling their closeness in.
Treasured words across the sea
all sent from a United Kingdom just for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Linda. I like the treasured words that travel well both ways across the sea. a very nice piece indeed. well done.....10/10.... for sure Regards Dave T