A red stag standing
on the sheer slopes
of a monarched glen,
looks down on the farm...
A bull
in its ring-nosed shed,
dreams dreams of cows
in hoof-print fields.
A stallion kicks
the stable door, he
wants some mare, some more.
Pigs lie in multi-nippled mud,
hungering life's swill.
Ducklings float in a flottila
of fluff formation.
A cock heralds morning,
and the gander will goose
given half a chance.
Turkeys gobble gabble, their
already prepared for dinner.
Sheep on surrounding
wet-wool hills, bleat a beat;
the magical heartbeat...
of my land.
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I would like to translate this poem
Your country side land with full of natural life enlivens the atmosphere with rich growth of fun and pageantry full of fun always to watch!