On a hillside I walked for a few hundred yards
Not knowing how fate would have dealt this days cards
And as I dropped my bucket, and the water spilled out
My wife stood there laughing, until the light petered out
Written by Jack.
Edited by Jill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have dropped the bucket and water is spilled out. Amazing expression with humor makes this poem interesting. Walking for few hundred yards carries wonderful memories....10