goose leading her young
across road, we all stop
watch with contempt, hurry
they took their precious
to a point of lying down
teasing us with their grace
on my left is boat berthing
bobbing dancing with waves
very nice for wine cellar
on my right is big hotel
with all Christmas strings
I can hear my heart sings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I observe along with you and it is entertaining. I would prefer little more rhyming but that is just my opinion.