Tribal elders in their feathered garb
pow-wow in the middle of the road.
Bright red wattles shake
from bright blue faces
(reminding me of
rabid football fans) .
Smiling drivers stop,
though with a slight discomfort
to see something so ancient
that Johnny-come-lately, reason,
makes no sense of it at all.
This is a good description of a nice moment. We saw a herd of wild turkeys when we were in our motorhome in Williamsburg Virginia and I never forgot how picturesque they were, in among all the autumn trees. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much beauty and wonder in nature.So many questions as to why and How? Brilliant poetry from you again Max, Love Duncan