I took a walk on Sunday
Down the railroad tracks
A row of boxcars came and went
Pulled a breeze across my back
I read the paper on Monday
Saw those railroad tracks
Crash Kills Car Conductor
A column of opinion and fact
It said somebody crept along
Down the railroad tracks
They bent one rail with a hammer
And smeared one rail with wax
My brother sat beside me
Placed his hand upon my back
His eyes were wet with apology
He said I sleepwalk down the tracks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem indeed great 10+++