A chorus of echoes and paintings of hills
Memories of childhood and all of its thrills
Stories of wonder and an excellent cast
Play out like a film from a long distant past
A series of episodes, chapters astound
Of epic proportions in high Dolby sound
Compositions of beauty and wonderful sights
Blown in on a mixture of warm summer nights
The series finale, a climax of sorts
Leaving a message and leaving you taught
Waiting for more of the same thing to come
Leaving you happy and just a bit numb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is a beautiful overtone of lyric pervades in the poem, thanks for sharing.