Hanging clothes to dry out on the line
Going back to the past... to a much simpler time
The sun is beating down, warming up the day
Tractors in the field, bailing up hay
The sound of summer bug's filling the air
Cat's sunning themselves without a single care
Hoping for a breeze to break this heat
Knowing tomorrow this all will repeat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this beautiful poem. 'Going back to the past... to a much simpler time' - The past is always simple, because it is known and familiar. The present is often complicated because it takes away our energy in grappling with it. The unseen future is not much worrisome, as it is unknown. Your poem took me away to some thoughts of the past, and I loved it.