I sing to thee with praise my friend
because your poems make me smile
In ever line and word you breath
of story's so well defined
The adventures that you take me through
From hangs man nose to haunted house
To love unforeseen or spoken of
but for ever planted in our dreams
The stars that shine in deepest blue
The waterfalls of Timbucktoo
The games that children have only heard
But never play because they might lose their soul
Oh dear Sir that writes your prose
I say to thee oh please don't go
This site would miss a true bard indeed
If ever you decided to leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem