A gift for me? A sturdy stool,
to rest on by a stream or pool,
while reading verses, short or long,
of lovely ladies, wights or song.
No need for oak, strong pine will do,
no cushioned seat, no rich-stained hue,
and very short, close to the ground,
to wiggle my toes in the grass around.
And when I am dead and buried somewhere,
I'll leave it nearby for others to share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, William. Thank you