Nessie
Across the bay where Nessie sleeps
I feel that eyes are watching me
we can not prove that he exists
a mystery shared across the seas.
I agree with Judith. Mystery is all and Nessie keeps us guessing. Long may she do so! Good work, Annette.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Across the bay where Nessie sleeps' I babysit her babies while Nessie sleeps, she opens her to watch me from time to time with watery peeps; :) why she trusts me is a mystery; enjoyed the poem, got carried away.