In my mind I’m going home
Down long green lanes by an empty sea
To an old stone house, with lilac trees
And my Prudy-dog, to welcome me.
There’s wild-garlic in the hedge
As we go down to the long white beach
And kelp washed up by the water’s edge
And skies as high as the heart can reach.
A soft wind plays with the children’s hair
As they dig for gold in the salty sand
And they know there are dragons, in the cave
So we go and hunt them, hand in hand.
It’s a long walk home, with a sack of shells
But the sun is low, and the waves grown tall
And all the way, there are stories to tell
Of a world that is big, when you’re very small.
That time was dear, and now it’s gone
But in memory, it’s easy, there.
The nights are soft, when the day is done
And life is simple, and love is fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem