Dreaming of nest-hungry season again
Soon, she glided the lake,
....................................eyed her cygnets.
Pondered, 'though dimly,
............................... how come so many
Had survived - light brown now
................................... and growing big
They crowded the place,
................................ they really must go.
Father would shake out his feathers and stare
At them soon, they would take
........................................... good note, knowing
The danger, in staying there
.................................................. they would fare
Badly, so they started
......................................... and chanced the sky.
Formation swan- flight, not often seen now,
New-feathered dreams began
................................................flying on high
But what future would their fate yet allow?
Stumbling, tumbling, awkward of gait running, flapping, wings out straight steering, fearing, getting it right a cygnet on a maiden flight!
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I would like to translate this poem
that whihc they make it.. fay i like the form, fitting! ! i like the poem.