As we emerge, we can see them.
Some come together, hunkering down
Many are dispersed on their own,
Dark and hazy in their remoteness,
Trucks and branches appear, they seem aloof,
In earnest we gaze at them.
Poverty-stricken nests uncovered, wild and low
But somehow, attention-grabbing features
In invested fields,
In busy cities on golden pavements
Like shadows, time cut short,
Homeless people at home with this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for enjoying my poem. I like your comments. Johanna Boal