Quiet hums the straw brooms
Weary from the sweeping
Umbrella shaped mushrooms
Lulls some into sleeping
Soothing is the dying
Foliage on the ground
Sheltered by the sighing
Leaves of sienna brown
Scorching the old scarecrow
As the owls hoot Hoodoo
Enemies we have known
In the guise of Voodoo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, an amazing poem... Great intellectual thought here... Magnificient write