once in legend history men searched
in vain for legendary lost cities of gold
fever dream quests in search of El Dorado
why do fools not stop admire golden gilt
lined streets in their own towns cities
in close by surrounding rural countryside
in the season of magic wondrous colour
leaf fall how can hearts not sing flutter
like birds when sight passing we behold
avenues of gilt trees proudly standing
with golden gilt leaves masses of gilt
leaves decorating tree limbs proud
with fluttering masses of gilt leaves
all whispering singing to divine nature
loving appreciative wonder filled heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your beautiful poem is so filled with autumn gold and beautiful imagery, that it is quite captivating, Terry. I am so happy to have inspired you. Please accept my heartfelt thanks for the honor of the dedication, and for mentioning me. Your poem is in my List.