And so I ask
Where too now my friends?
That I am on my own
And my shoes are full of Dirt
I kick the dirt into smoke
And smell the land
Touch cold rocks that wont die
And I know that the earth wont let any of us go
As the dirt fills the spaces inbetween my toes
I know the people of my past
Will sometimes have
Their shoes in the dirt too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tom this poem is amazing..10