In the days of yore a girl and a boy
Stood face to face by the edge of a deep dark ditch
They are too much quarrelsome
flew into a rage provoking about to throw stones.
Behold! behold! yonder they threw big black stones
Aiming at to hurt each other.
What a coincidence!
Thrown up two stones flying collinear
With uniform motion collided at concurrent
and exploded and broken into pieces.
Scattered blazing scarps fell into the ditch
in whirling motion.
The girl and the boy clapped in joy.
Those blazing scarps still falling into the ditch whirling
The girl and the boy still keeping watch on cheerfully
Their newly invented miraculous supernatural game.
The strange nature of coincidence. Clever story this. Tom Billsborough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well worth a ten Tom Billsborough