Those gone before will mock,
talk and lock their cabins
as we lose the spirit of the
ways gone by.
Many will ask if we have been
to the cabins of the revolution,
to breathe in the mountain air
and inhale the wisdom of the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
inhale the wisdom of the past......wish all the politicians will. thanks for sharing.