He wandered through untrodden hills
Beneath unclouded skies;
Although he walked on leaden feet,
He dreamed of paradise.
And, casting off his recent past,
He vied to be alone -
Just him and Mother Nature
(And, of course, his mobile phone) .
As evening fell and shadows grew,
He wistfully did roam;
Then when he'd had enough of that,
He got a taxi home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever mix of the atmospheric and the comedic... and not remotely untrue, methinks. t x