The sun-blushed jungle looms above our heads.
Now dawn has broken with
A radiance spreading golden wings.
That sultry mugginess soon holds sway.
We love being lost
Amongst this tangled shrubbery.
All endless.
Punctuated only by roaming rivers,
Some blossoming shrubs
And monumental mountains.
A cacophony of birdsong
Keeps us company
Along with cries from God knows what.
And look!
A waterfall tumbles down
This sheer cliff-face
Into a pool
That begs us in
To swim.
And back beneath the canopy
Evaporative mists provide the mystery
Of woodlands ringed by rocky crags.
We have to be relentless,
Dragging our soddened feet
Through all that nature gathers
For our questing eyes.
Our camp awaits us.
Wherever that may be.
Mosquito nets essential.
To sleep will be so blissful.
Let’s start,
Or end,
Our reverie.
(C) PB Yorkshire, Tuesday 27\7\2010 at 22.00.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem