Who knows why they came?
They didn't brave my keep for a drink
they came to provide my sheep with a garden
in which they grew their pleasant plants
to dry the earth to benefit the deep
and now they come to be
from miles to come
the briefest of entries
and they came to sleep
Who knows what was removing their peace
it wasn't bought with beans
it was secured with love
they came to live to honour the seasons
the sheep didn't just leave
as the shadow came a knocking
it was just the briefest of seasons
and I have come to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vow! beautifull and meanigfull. words and its placements are amazing voted 10 love surya