I stared up at the orange moon tonight.
Minutes before it fell behind dark clouds.
Casting tranqual rays of light.
Other clouds did go around, feeling less proud.
The silloute of a pecan tree's branch hung low.
Pressed hard and dark against the nights sky.
The making of a picture perfect honest photo.
In the distance I heared barn owl's screech and cry.
A simple and solomn walk down the old covered path.
No light is needed to see the way to the road.
I almost tripped while I walked and I laughed.
Hearing movement in the nearby woods, I stooped low.
My heart was beating hard and fluttering very fast.
I felt scared like a young child walking at night alone.
What ever it was really took its time to pass.
When the time was right,1,2,3, jumping up.....I ran straight for home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem