Many years ago, riding through the jungle in the south,
I had a glimpse, and the ecstasy
of the life I now have.
Tall, through the jungle,
between and among the trees,
fearless of the snakes, cats and darkness,
up, down and around,
I rode defenseless - I thought - for I had
no weapons, nor light to guide me
along the pathless mountain tops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem