Calm, studious, learning as I have fun here at the Wagon
Yard tonight, rocking and writing to tunes of life as
they take me soaring into upper stratospheres alone.
Solitary, keeping time in measures of rhythm, living the
American dream through it's music, enjoying the beauty
of our freedom and liberty forevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem