Brown, fat and deeply wrinkled.
My narrow perch of wait i rock.
Harbors the mouth of my youth.
Breath i lent once slow is labored.
Even now ivory and yellow song.
Too dance as youth moves north.
Black and white the whale comes.
Memories flash bright, red the smile.
Wow, so brief but still it contains the entire world of a Walrus..(smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quick in words but lengthy in read as depth is simple yet elegant. His tusks no match for those teeth.