An Albatross got lost
Lost in a storm
In an immense ocean
A storm wracked
Cold, lonely ocean
He was a brave
Courageous bird
Stout of wing
Tuned and taut
A picture of endurance
The sea was as strong
Though lonely, desperate
And sardonically tied
To the riders on the storm
That dared come
I stood at lands end
On the storm's 4th day
Looking for that bird
Singing a song to the wind
A salty tear in my eye
For hours I waited
Then defeated I left
And in the night
That darkly followed
That Albatross landed
He waited regaining
Strength and composure
Ate a fish I had left
Drank from the falling rain
And alighted to the craggy cliff
From here he watched
Watched the world and me
Then cast an eye at the sea
There was no winning here
Brother fights brother
No ruffled feathers
No thankful glances
Nary a goodbye
Just die when you die
And feed whoever wins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robert. Your comments do me an honour. they are much appreciated. thank you indeed. Cheers Geoffrey.