Wading in the river of my mind, being tantalized by
so many things surrounding and touching me interiorly,
watching intently as picturesque landscapes flow past.
Thoughts flowing as I wade in the river, bringing me
at times into the past, remembering days of old when
we used to tube the Salt River.
Wonderful times, hoping to return again to it's shores,
floating down the Salt River, the past being a part of
my present while also being part of tomorrow's future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem