The old man
said he knew nothing
about poetry,
but he'd seen
bird dogs point,
and marlin breech,
and as a boy
he saw a black bear
down on otter creek.
He learned
drinking in the war,
and fighting
when he came home.
And he learned to hate
with all the passion of fire.
That's poetry isn't it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem that opens the eyes, ears and heart.