The Saint who pecks,
Noahs mega ark,
The woodwork against the flood,
That took the condemned crowd,
On their floating boat safely home.
The giant made by a fly,
Took the ancient man to the sky,
And calf him a lodge in the sea,
A cabin and a place of plea,
In the wetlands gloom and glee.
The savings craft of a perfect pecker,
Who drill the whole world a hole,
A hideout drill into pool,
Honored by history with a live marker,
The saviour and the lost souls.
A season at sea,
With a saint pecking for our plea,
Like the cross where the saviour died for us,
As the violent water washed down the world,
Till the pecker pecks a home for us.
Nice poem. Excellent images. Loved reading 5*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the pick is beautiful