the winter bird has come
she knows the time of year
she started on her way
without a single fear
she set her course to south
at least a month ago
before the snow could fall
where arctic winds will blow
the frigid air attends
her steady corridor
as if it were a race
to get to Florida
each year the bird will win
for there she found her name
the warbler of the palm
come all the way from Maine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice narration.Love it.