A Beautiful evening in March in the early Fall
The magpies are fluting the corellas call
And the red wattlebirds on the blossoming trees
Their loud cacklings carrying in the freshening breeze.
And a voice that's familiar all day until dark
The mudlark sings pee wee in the old town park
And brown leaves on the path off of the deciduous trees
Are blowing to and fro in the freshening breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem