An idle wave
unfurls on the beach
as I tread
the sunburnt hills.
In the distance
lies Mullaghmore
and little boats
shrouded in haze.
A seal bobs
above inlet waves
as sea birds trace
a dredger.
Rock falls in ridges
to the sea where
I unlock the door
of a holiday home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely picture well written...thank you