That bay's not mine; ‘least not today.
Through endless nights, I steer that way,
But grind in restless dreams - stuck tight,
To reefs that hide that peace filled bay
My fragile craft won't yield the fight
To fetch my longed-for bay in sight;
Tricky by day and fearful hard
To reach that anchorage at night.
My neighbour toils in his back yard
looking oddly on this dullard
But I can't stay - I have to go.
Mine's a different compass card
That lovely bay, so sweet, I know,
But there are those still need my guard,
And tears must ebb and love must flow
And tears must ebb and love must flow.
Rob Platts (Inspired by Sarah G - MBE and by Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey there, well done. Saw the Robert Frost juggle in it right away and it worked. Thanks for the comment on My Small Ship. Adeline