Hidden ‘neath the leaves river run
Jackrabbit makes way thru undercutting brush
A fallen summer
A swollen rain
The evening breathes in the night
Chilling winds cold rush winter in
A mile of smiling farmers
Catch a flame as it passes you by
Leaving the soft open air waiting
Wonder why I wander by
As the last light of day passes
Moonlit sky darkened dirty gravel road
Skip my feet along
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem