Didn’t need no crime to set me rockin’
up here where
an' rough bark makes shade.
Can see my
cabin an’ the well I shovelled out
when they stopped the creek gettin’ this far.
Found it after twenny feet o’ diggin’,
muddy water sour as a widow’s laugh
that damn near made them greens haul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem