images remind of ghost towns left abandoned
few trees still fruit among ruins of yesterday
coal seams played out present miners live now
in towns scattered below now road connected
who wants to live in this mist in rain three thousand
feet and more up when the sea begs lapping far shore
upon this strip of coast a ribbon of blue beauty below
watch light dance upon the sea on sunny summer days
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem