Across the Irish sea the Dolphin came to the Scottish shores, surfing wave after wave until he heard the calls of the rare blue Dolphin. They swam to a grotto in a cave where fishermen tell of hearing singing still when the sun goes down.
Michael Cochrane ©
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I would like to translate this poem
I can visualize a great sea and the picture of the rare blue dolphin... beautifully encapsulated!