Wild roses bloom in May
When trees are freshly green
And everything is bright and clean
In a new-made world’s first day.
Cold winter now is far away,
It seems a distant dream
That somehow was not meant to stay
And faded from the scene.
Cast off your cares, come let us play
Discarding dull routine,
We’ll dance a jig upon the green —
Sweet spring has come today,
And I’m the king of the Milky Way
And you shall be my queen.
Pete, This is a beautiful one. Spring seems everyone's favourite season, and the world seems so joyful and alive in Spring. Peace.
This is really light and sweet Peter, a charming write and a pleasure to read. It made me feel I could dance a jig too. Thank you. Love Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
I know just how you feel. I loved the poem, especially the last stanza. I feel like dancing a jig right now, for I've just defended me graduation paper. Another 2 weeks and I'll get my Master of Arts! Dancing Julia :)