The first faint cawing
Stopped my sawing-
I rushed to a clearing
To see them nearing-
Flying in loose formation
The snowgoose nation-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely tribute to spring and the returning of the geese. A slightly different and yet in some ways similar to my poem of the same name. It was enjoyable to see another take on the same theme. Adeline