Her skirt was lifted; hair stood on its end & Goosebumps
Leaves on the trees, silver waves and the streams, all smiles with soft breeze
Signal for migration, time to watch
“Look there, Gap.”
One would say and other:
“See T.V.? ”
In the park, (Rosetta McClain)
Things are so on Watch Days
Tens and tens soft voices, eager eyes, open hearts
Stand firm; look around, to the sides and above for the Hawks
Migrating
And Eagles and the rest
It was nice…it was nice…the skirt of skies seen lifted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem