Swashes of bold grain wake me
As I drive.
The plains are mesmerizing.
A greenish and grateful wellspring picks
out shine
And respects the arid hay.
I love this land.
It loves nobody.
well expressed here is the feeling of love for one's own land even when it is a harsh stepmother thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jane Heart, I like the way you write.