Short roadtrip into town-
After a long, dry winter;
got to purchase fuel
for the engines
(you'll know what I mean)
The new bookstore-
crisp, fresh; not musty
like Belfast; found a
treasure. Uncovered
the fuel. It's always done
by digging.
Leaving after a fashion,
we came across a
couple walking a very
large herding dog; a
Cornish Giganticus Humongus,
or something like that
My wife commented:
'You could see this one
coming from a distance'
(meaning the dog)
The woman laughed
and said: 'This is one
of his (the dog's)
favorite stores'
(the book store)
I remember thinking:
'That's funny. I didn't know
dogs were discerning'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem