Echos of my childhood summer's past. Climbing trees overlooking the river cart, kingfishers fishing, songs of the forest so sweetly play over the canopy. Nature's beauty that filled my heart, my joy, exalted. Gifts of creation, love from God.
Michael Cochrane © 2022
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I would like to translate this poem
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