A recent poem by Chumfo asked
“Where do plants go when they die?
I’m not sure what to answer
But this is my reply:
Plants go where old dogs go
Where fields of greenery lie
Plants wake up in enchanted mist
that’s where they go when they die
Where there’s ol dogs and children
And lot’s of fertilizer… to boot
fresh spring rains…Deep dark loam
And potting soil to take root
Where there’s no Jolly Green Giant
No blight and no aphids too
Just the sun… the rain…the bird’s refrain
And a lot of good cow poo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem