Planes
People travelling to distant places by plane,
Leaves falling in autumn from the Plane Tree,
A craftsman smoothing wood with his plane,
New horizons reached thanks to the plane,
Enjoying the shade of a Plane Tree in the summer,
Shavings left on the workshop floor by the plane.
By Christopher Tye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem