He looked all around him and saw monuments so vast
Built with good intentions to endure and hold steadfast
Awesome structures pointing up to heaven as to say
Here is my creation and forever it will stay
How he envied those whose makers surely had the skill
And patience as their best ideas to form they did distill
Castles with great towers and a moat so deep and wide
Pyramids whose stature other structures did deride
How this young builder yearned to be the one who would create
That which wind and weather never could or would ablate
And yet when all was done and evening closed another day
My son laid down his bucket on the beach and walked away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good Richard, love the twist at the end. Nice to see you posting again.