I can see afar those flowing fields
Sloping down from old stone walls
To that deep and embedded dip-
Cupping the presence of the pond
For thirsty cows and cattle around.
Rushe and reed hide water hens;
Landing place for goose and duck,
And its swans unexpectedly return
In peace as straying memories do.
Spell bound pond, land of dreams,
Treasury of young dreams of love;
Frost its face had firmly frozen over-
Delightful sliding place for all of us.
Beautiful poem, scenic and picturesque. Read several times. Memories took me to my village where I spent my childhood. Thanks for sharing, Matt. Regards Naseer
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I would like to translate this poem
you carry the reader on this trip. i see the slope, and the pond, the ducks, and i see when the pond is frozen over and children ice skating. thanks for the trip. a ten