Long after I am gone
these waves will roar
upon this shore
and a deep sand beached tree
may well endure
with its intimations of Viking ship.
I will not protest
if God grants leave
close to final hours
time to spend
upon this bit of door
in my hope
that there is more.
All this despite
my fellow ants in anticipation
of bikini power
with their yellow flags flown
black turtle emblazoned
“SEA TURTLE PATROL”
upon dune buggies
that are issued.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem