The mighty river swelled by recent downpour flows through the flat gray country near the sea
It crawls onward to meet and join saltwater far from it's birthplace in the high country
A winter sun is shining in the clear sky a pleasant enough day for time of year
And two miles off the rumblings of the surf waves in the silence of the evening one can hear.
Evenings such as this remain on in the memory all around me Nature's beauty I can see
And I can hear white backed magpie fluting upon high branch of sunlit blackwood tree
In years from now when I am gone forever the coastal beauty others will enjoy
And the Seasons come and go as they have always and Nature lives for she will never die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem