People coming, crowding around as I sit and write, a bunch
of little boys, here to play a little league game.
Not worried at all, just allowing them to be the kids that
they are, loving to hear their joyous and boyish elation
and laughter, filled with energy, they hit the ball and run
the bases.
Parents all sitting here watching them, proud as could be,
a very nice picture of youth to recall in a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow very beautiful..Seeing flower we enjoy..the fragrance of youth..thank you Rose