Canadian geese I saw fly in a V, now graze in the morning dew;
Fine yachts and sailing boats huddled in a scenic harbor view;
Joggers in tracks run and jog around fast past me one by one.
Laid low in the rising sun a homeless man sleeps on the green;
Here he's lying closer to our native earth than ever I have been:
Hardy but hapless- a man down on the ground, sleeping sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the scenery described in the beginning of the poem. There is so much imagery in the poem. Great job.