The hot breeze
Thru the trees
And the raft of flowers
That devours
The mind
Through a pointless trip
To get me past
What has just gone.
Holiday nearly done.
'Twill be behind
At last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahhhh bet it will be good to be home George...Ahhh Sid.