When Christ was born
And bells were ringing
On Christmasmorn
And children singing
To church we will go
To praise his name
With faces aglo
The story's the same
'The story's the same'...the last line perfectly echoes the cylic beauty of the ideas, words and the poem. a difficult read..i must admit...but sure has depths...it questions and seeks....m still figurin' it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great fluency witth the short lines and good rhymes. the last line sorta confuses me b/c i don't know what's the same, but the rest i really love and its nice that you bring children and song into it since they are always viewed as innocent and cute and pure and angelic and whatnot, sooo... yeah :) Kath