There were four high pines, straight, that branched out
over the hedge with holes.
They stood beside the cement goldfish pond
near the fence and alleyway.
From our rows of potatoes
and sprouting weeds,
The hedge ran across the back,
connecting the Tethercotts and Taylors,
Beneath the line of drying clothes,
all through the summer:
Boys stood betwen spade blades heeled into
mounds, and spruces, posing.
Over the hedge, baby carriages
and bicycles rolled between houses
With porches and silver antennas, chairs and striped umbrellas
on patios surrounded with green lawns.
Near one of the spades landed a red and white rubber
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem