Cold and wet
Likely birds sang their song
Shield and I – were out
We were out fighting
Through thousands of hearts
Chests and ribs
I went through
A battle so fought
A battle so won
Shield, my Master he protected
It was cool, it was clean
Now, here, rusty we are,
The spoils for Master,
I and Shield
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds like war somehow. Charles You are great with your words and your words tell a story always. I love your poetry.