I
In the winter time we go
Walking in the fields of snow;
Where there is no grass at all;
Where the top of every wall,
Every fence, and every tree,
Is as white as white can be.
II
Pointing out the way we came,
-Every one of them the same-
All across the fields there be
Prints in silver filigree;
And our mothers always know,
By the footprints in the snow,
Where it is the children go.
Very pure poem, descrip2tive of the wonder of children walking in the snow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As bad it can be I can write a better poem than this you are the worst poet I challenge you write a better haiku than me
Dont be silly they didnt write it, it is written by a well known poet called James Stephens