Rustic notions piling upon doorsteps of enlightenment,
hoping to become the latest newcomers to intellect.
Wanting to try their hand at composing rhythms and
brightening imagination with firelight from camp fires
built to incinerate mankind's foibles that get in the
way.
Taking the rustic western aspects into consideration,
hoping to perpetrate lively conversations at the
interior beckoning of knowing while standing around.
Wanting to allow these newcomers to rise to the fore-
ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sweetly written poem