I sit in my rocking chair and dream
Of a country far across the sea.
It seems as if I could have been there,
As the visions appear before me.
The country seems to be tranquil and,
It sets my mind to wonder to learn more,
To encounter a person far across the sea,
And one day set foot on this country's shore.
I don't know where this country may be,
A country where my ancestors may have trod.
It seems to be far, but close to my heart.
The finality of my dream rests in the hand of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem