It Doesn't Bother Them. Poem by maria goodison
It Doesn't Bother Them.
I wonder when I hear the birds
chatting before the dawn.
Why people can complain, it doesn't
seem to bother them except when
it rains.
There no harm in the birds chatting they do
not own guns, or get drunk.
It doesn't bother them to have others tearing
down their trees.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing, Maria.
Write comment. Such a beautiful poem, Maria. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 1:31:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem, dear Ma’am Maria...10++