Strolling down that red dirt road
My eyes were filled with tears
So much beauty I have enjoyed
For so many happy years.
The windmills tall and stately
Pumping water from the ground
Cattle, sheep and horses as they
Clustered all around.
Nothing in my world has changed
And that is how it should be
Windmills, cattle and red dirt
Means happiness to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So lovely and carefree