I have always had a strange up and down feeling about poems
Some hard to conquer and others jump on top right from the start
Some rhythm with me, some rhythm with you, some don't rhyme at all
I have always had an odd high and low feeling about poems
Sometimes they get even, other times they get lost, yet they keep searching
Keep searching for words, right and wrongly words, up and downwards sounds
I have always had a right and wrong feeling about poem trees
Sandy and rocky on islands and mountains in city streets
Could it be, should it be, would it be that I have always loved them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem