There are people at sea
Feeling the gentle breeze
Where the sun shines down
And they are tightly bound
They row all day
and they sleep all night
on sunday they pray
And thats when they are spotted
For that they are out of sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the idea you use. But I believe you could have written so much more. Use comparisons of the sea to peoples feels. I like this poem. Good job! !