There are many other
Places where I can
Push my plow
Plow and plant
Plow and plant I can
Near the very steep hills
Morning and night
My plow live
Nay moment it sleep
For while is to long
Yet life it wears’
Stood still ready
again to plow
Sometimes hills are gone
In the midst of my hands
It plants and plows
Push my plow and plant
but sure it dies
Though lucidity is and was
But it plow it satisfy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have gun will travel.Manhood, the boys of nature keep on seeking and searching for the ultimacy.A masculine writes Jordan! ! ! Salamat po'.