Lightning stroke and thunder rolled
it started to rain so the soil turned cold
I prayed to God, anyone my hand to hold?
Some fine vodka I drunk, mysteries began to unfold
Then I spoke of legends and stories untold
that I was guarding from ages too old
A bard I am, playing a lyre of gold
And of course, Some fine vodka you have drunk, mysteries began to unfold, that has played a most important part of this brilliantly worded poem, dear Bard!
Due to your country´s historical past, if I read about a lyre of gold, then I associate instantly with the greel gods and muses and of course The Bard. Though made for fun, I appreciate the country´s past time, especially the mythological periods. I have enjoyed this poem enormously. A 10 and much much more.
On a rainy day, when everything gets cold, a bit of vodka would help a lot. Fantastic if it leads to the thought of God. Musical rhyming nice work. 10/10
Yes, trying to decipher mysteries thru golden poetry is the work, Bards and Poets do. A gracefully written and soul touching poem. With a beautiful message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spoke Legend and stories untold..interesting