Hobbling
Hobbling on their carts
Of red wood
And orange pine
Yellow painted in some
Parts
Hobbling
Hobbling on their way
Life be that!
It hobbles gay
Yet
It hobbles on and on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It would seem the theme of this poem is something like - Don't be concerned about your transportation method - even the most humble vehicle, if it gets you to your destination, is a worthy tool - if it's an animal give it a treat, if it's a machine check the oil, if it's your feet praise them - whatever you used it is part of your achievement and deserves due credit. I'm going to treat my Ford Escape to a car wash tomorrow and take off all of the grime and dirty snow that's accumulated, and I'll wager the engine will purr out of gratitude. Thanks for a simple poem of simple blessings!