By the wayside.
She sets out her stall by the wayside
displaying her goods with glowing pride
there's stand after stand of bottles galore
filled with perfume all insects adore
they fly from meadows and woods around
to sample her wares until their senses abound
then, with pockets bursting full to the brim
they take to the air and homeward skim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem