Some men are lovers of a tide.
The jurisdiction in it’s flow-
Is great enough to give a rise
To those grasped by the undertow.
And others crave the hymns of birds.
Those strategists within the trees-
Are all too eager to assure
That daily meals will come with ease
But I am of a simpler folk.
Quite well enough with just a friend-
With whom I can tell silly jokes,
And watch the Autumn leaves descend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem