Such glorious sunshine soaks those misty mounts,
Bedecked with foliage, billowing up.
A lazy languid day set in slow time.
That smothering sea-fret creeps upon the shore.
This heat is heavy, punctuated only
By an onshore breeze.
We love our summers, beaming down
Upon our heads. We love our freedom
Even more.
So let’s get packed, and jump aboard, whatever
Takes us to those sunny, palmy sands.
On any world we choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a great idea - if only we could do just that. Enjoyed reading.