Rooster wood rocks to your soul and heart and
you hear that part in the center of your magic.
Rooster lives on a cotton patch down south near Florida
his comb is red, his eyes are brown like his beak.
Rooster knows the sun he struts in all day, the wrong way.
Rooster plays tag in the hen house and is always dusty.
Rooster is never around the farmers wife, she is to fussy.
Rooster and the farmer know both sides of their story.
Rooster never hangs out in the kitchen it's too dangerous.
Rooster sleeps at night with one eye open, very astute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem