Dawn: – I sperm
on grass, ground.
Stem to stern
bound I’m found.
Vile erme worm
underground,
silent squirm
‘neath firm mound.
Slimy derm
rings me round,
while I turn
earth, - no sound.
But I churn
while men fiddle, -
‘tis the kern
of my riddle...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed the read. Simple things written with great imagery. Well done. -Daniel