I waited for the tick and tock
For the light to present a message
To get the nod to grab my coat
And start the race to you
With carols heard and greetings made
We set off for the bridge
A short detour but river found
We set off on the walk
We talked and talked
And ambled on till hunger took a hold
A ship was sighted off Chiswick bridge
But it had never been in water
We climbed aboard
And sat inside and surveyed the scene beyond
We ate our hunters drunk our beer
Even complimenting the salad dressing
Eyes locked in and hearts in mouth
We finally posed the question
There was an interest in more than this
The burden finally unloaded
The day hay had gone we had to go
We layered up and left
Now hand in hand and feeling good
We set off for the bus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem