I walked along a winding path through an ancient wood
Where a carpet of autumn leaves I trod crumpled underfoot
That squirrels who gathered winter nuts fully understood
I walked along a winding path through an ancient wood
Squirrels gather all their food and in secret were hidden good
With sparrows and nightingale’s watching wondering what’s afoot
I walked along a winding path through an ancient wood
Where a carpet of autumn leaves I trod crumpled underfoot
Fantastic expression having marvellous collocation. Each and every lines are amusing. Thanks for sharing such beautiful poem .....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely Triolet, David. It cooled me down.: -)