One day as I was strolling
Down a lonesome red dirt road
Something caught my eye
It was curious to behold
For it looked as though something
Had died right then and there
It wasn’t very large in fact
It was kinda delicate and spare
Could it have been an animal
That came to a quick demise?
Or was it just part of a storm
Blew in before the sun could rise?
I gently poked it with the toe
Of my sturdy cowboy boot
And decided it is a conglomeration
Of a dead cactus and a dangling root!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a surprise Marilyn. How many times have we seen something and imagined it was something other than what it was. I enjoyed this read very much, the sort of thing that jingles the brain, and starts the imagination. Lovely. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX