Just a cowboy and his son.
Riding in the noon day sun.
Mountains and trees in the back round.
The beauty of this place had been found.
The little squirrels in the trees.
The subtle crispness of the breeze.
The deer that watch you from a distance.
You don't even know of there existence.
That ride was so much fun.
Just a cowboy and his son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem