A flurrying of dead leaves landed
fallen from grace
and blown down the lane
cowering at the foot of the castle
shuffling uneasily
between the river and the town
sending a shiver through me
only days before the Races
for I saw an empty space today
where a certain car was parked
so near its owner's own front door
ready for the Ladies Beach
and a long swim out to sea
when dolphins there came close
and I will have a lasting memory
of a friend who never wore a cap
no matter what the season
as he crossed the square on foot
to tend his popular shop
up to his very recent sad demise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
touching tribute......