& SPANISH, ARABIC, et. al.
Some years ago I found myself in Kosovo
Small Village
Simple People just working Mother Earth
The WEST needed a road
Simple people often get in the way
When the WIND FROM THE WEST blows
some ordinary folks do not know to GET OUT OF THE F***ING WAY! !
two days later I wandered into that small village
A FLOWER’S TEARS
A taverna, back of nowhere
strong spirit to ease the soul
a small child with care drawing
pencil slow in motion
Just a moment of nothing
a few moments out of time
to glance at the moving pencil
and the graceful hand that held it
Such care and concentration
whatever could her picture be?
to move the head a little closer
to see what eyes could see
Eyes took in her heart was crying
for a life that would never be
hers’ only toil and birth
and the misery that is Earth
Some they bloom in springtime
the mountain crocus blooms in fall
yet this was the very first time
the eyes took in a flower’s tear
I am still in contact with her father (Mum was shot by UN Forces)
Send her good English study books, story books, simple home made (Salvation Army Folks - only Army I support) dolls...
+ Oxford Dictionary & Thesaurus
With God inside that little female frame, for God is only inside her, she will one day not only shine... but will blind us all with her human understanding, compassion & humility
thanks for reading folks
HOWLIN'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem