I remember Duluth, Minnesota.
I spent there 2 months at school.
I was 15, I wanted to grow
Up and become cool!
I was paddling grand rapids
With Mike Anderson in canoe.
I was eating my first hamburgers.
They presented me watch too!
I remember great bridge to Superior.
And the mayor, and the golf courts!
And 4 times I attended Communion
In St. Francis Xavier church.
I remember beautiful nature,
Paul Banyan, parks, sport marathon.
And then Jessica came for exchanging,
And in Russia the show went on!
**I am glad you enjoyed your time in this country. That is not too far from where I live
I am glad you enjoyed your time in this country. That is not too far from where I live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is delightful! I haven't been in Duluth for some twenty years but your poem brought back my delight in that port city. Your memory is keen and your joy is infectious. But most of all you put me back in northern Minnesota and now I want to return in the flesh. I have a new car that's reliable and safe. Duluth beckons! But winter is not the time to travel in Minnesota. A spring journey - that's something to look forward to. But in the meantime thanks for the vivid poetry trip - like John Keats's imaginative flight in ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE: Already with you: tender is the night.