smoke ascending from the camp
fire's protection from the damp
the delta land serenity
the essence of what used to be
a band of brothers from the past
recalls a day that could not last
the strength and energy of youth
a world secure in sturdy truth
and I would go if given time
to find lost memories of mine
but smoke evades a ticking clock
like memory that comes to mock
both drift into impassive skies
as hopes and dreams refuse to rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem