White divorced Christian
lady or mother,
despondent
with waking up alone.
Would swap corporate suits,
high heels and air-
conditioned offices
for the cries
of newborn lambs,
the smell of rain
on the newly ploughed fields,
the feeling of freedom,
sun and wind -
as she rides her horse.
She wants to share,
more than just
a bottle of wine.
April,1998, Hogsback, South Africa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pungent, earthy smell of rain on a newly ploughed field is a heavenly scent indeed. Very nice poem.