I've got my St. Christopher pendant by my side,
As I travel across this open countryside.
O these craggy, winding roads can be such a drag.
I think I'll stop soon and then light another fag.
I'm out here to escape from the grey city gloom;
To sharpen my mind and my keen poetic tools.
Not far to go to now, as my cottage retreat
Will shortly be in sight. Then I can gently dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dominic another well written and displayed poem and one, to reread after escaping from the rat race of life. Your little piece of calm deserves 10++. Many thanks Dominic. And I'm keeping my fingers crossed for near future total freedom of movement for all.
Thanks Shaun...I think I may have been subconsciously channelling the thoughts of the dastardly Dominic Cummings with this one!