It is so gigantic
And so deep on the ground
Who could have made it?
No other one; but this
Except this single one
It is a foot print
Along a muddy part by the farm
The road that leads to
The next village beyond
Just after the break of dawn
Before the early commute
To the farm place.
I rose early to go to
The next village beyond
I saw the foot print
Made by a large and
Gigantic foot; the spirits
The gods must have paid a visit
A visit from the gods
Leaving is foot print
Is not only mysterious
But a sign,
Of an impeding
Visitation from the
Spirit world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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