There are people at sea 
Feeling the gentle breeze
Where the sun shines down 
And they are tightly bound
They row all day 
and they sleep all night 
on sunday they pray 
And thats when they are spotted
For that they are out of sight                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the idea you use. But I believe you could have written so much more. Use comparisons of the sea to peoples feels. I like this poem. Good job! !