Winter
throws his great white shield
on the ground,
breaking thin arms of twisting branches,
and then howls
on the north side of the Black Mesa
a deep, throaty laughter.
Because of him
we have to sell our cattle
that rake snow for stubble.
Having lived his whole life
in a few weeks,
slow and pensive he walks away,
dragging his silver-stream shield
down branches
and over the ground,
he keeps walking slowly away
into death
bravely.
Because Of Him! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
slowly from the living zone slowly to the winter cone a walk for the withered death!
This is a beautiful poem on death having touching expression with nice diction. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem on POD.
slow and pensive he walks away, dragging his silver-stream shield down branches and over the ground, beautiful writings great 10++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pragmatic poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca....