how many have I seen
the waters slow and dark
that haunted secret paths
that time almost forgot
within the occult swamp
the truth is quite apparent
the home of dinosaurs
reveals the end of time
I learned my lessons there
and now I would return
beneath the cypress dome
where bayou waters flow
for everything must end
everything that lives
looks to the sky one day
the fireball of its death
we like to choose the place
to sleep eternally
I choose the slow black waters
how many have I seen
What a peaceful picture you paint! Such an inviting place to rest. Another good one, Barry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A place so serene and placid where one can learn the secrets of life is like a 'gurukul' in the lap of nature. Great composition with philosophical touch. Thanks a lot. for everything must end / everything that lives we like to choose the place / to sleep eternally