(For Róisín)
Blown about but still unbroken,
Hard knocks are left unspoken.
Head down, my hair in the wind;
I'd stand tall but willows bend.
Beautiful imagery, we all have to learn to bend but still remain unbroken in the trials and tribulations of this life! Great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, , that was so good a write, , , , simply brilliant