Down the road there’s a tall oak tree
It stands as high as the eye can see
There it will be
10 20 30 40 maybe even50 years from now
Down the road there’s an old house
There it will be
Its decomposing vines trees and plants of all kinds
They grow there wild and free
Down the road theres an old church
People use to kneel and sit in
Now it’s a dump full of empty beer cans
Someday it will thrive again
Down the road there’s an old farm
Waiting to be plowed
For one day it will be
It will grow the best vegetables in town
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I would like to translate this poem
this is one me and my kids were just having fun with lol thought it was a bit funny