Being met by a river like in some boyhood dream,
I retain a memory of the Wabash with affection.
Its vista added an attraction to the landscape,
Aided from above by a blue expanse of reflection.
This was a view that entertained me weekly,
Since I crossed it to reach the shops downtown.
There was a spot on the bridge to spend a time,
Being soothed by the waterflow's pristine sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem