Steady beating of this heart keeping time with drums
that are expelling rhythms in sequences that make
sense to this mere poet's mind and intellect.
Moving up and down measures of rhythm while writing
prose incessantly, keeping energy high, building upon
it in every colorful sound being heard.
Watching life pass by uniformly, almost like seeing
a parade on holidays full of fanfare and excitement,
thrilling everyone who's come to see the pageantry.
Hearing musical rhythms as Veterans march by, people
clapping and honoring them whole heartedly, knowing
they sacrificed their lives in order to protect us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem