It was on a walk sometime in June
Along the river escaping from town
The sights and sounds of daily life
A backpack of food and wine prepared
The dog on leash and muzzle
The weather that day came mixed
Scattered showers with sunshine
After an hour or two perhaps it was three
I stopped by an old stone block
Poured water and wine
For the dog and myself respectively
On viewing the landscape
I gazed in quiet wonder
As a rainbow cast across the sky
I thought it poetic
As I shared my sandwich
I scribbled a note in pencil
For a future poem to be writ
Only to find it half a year later
Which led to this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem