The island stands alone in virgin silence
Its rugged vistas pleasing to the eye
Its ocean girdled slopes untouched by violence
Sleep peacefully beneath an azure sky
The forests range unchecked with verdant bounty
The vivid patchwork meadows here grow free
And over all the mountains tower proudly
Their peaks stare condescending out to sea
The years send empires plunging to oblivion
Strong nations under time's great weight will cry
But time on this far isle holds no dominion
The centuries like clouds have passed it by
I also think it is pretty good, my first attempt couldn't contend with your first line!
Really very good poem. The years send empires plunging. thanks dear poet. I invite you to rad my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
wery good any wich way. Strong visual image woven with words, that also holds deeper meaning. A pleasure to read