the brush of leaves stiring in the wind
like a tornado waiting to begin
birds flying over top
never knowng where they will stop
like as a battery to a koo-koo clock
the deer lay away
for they fear their hunter is near
but im just sittiig here
sipp'in my beer
watching as the day fades away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem