He was a feather drifting on the wind.
His life travels took him wherever the wind blew.
He could call no place home.
And he knew that he would never settle down.
He was like wild geese.
He found peace and happiness when he was flying free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You just perfectly described a person that I know, Lamar! (He was my ramblin' man, with itchy feet.) : -)