Ice and snow mark the arrival of this new year
But my car is filled with gasoline. What a thrill
So I am anxiously awaiting to start my journey
Now I must find a red dirt road and go over the hill
And tomorrow I shall continue on this red dirt road
With my digital camera laying close to my hand
And if God is willing and the south creek don’t rise
I will be photographing new places in this great land
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well crafted poem. Full of optimism. I like it.