Quiet as a mouse
nibbling cheese
on a wooden trap
innocent of death
my silent thoughts
roam the countryside
beyond the barnyards
and acres of golden corn fields
I watch a tractor roving in the distance
where once I stood
with a pail of seeds
waiting for a farmhand
my silent thoughts drift
like grey clouds in the sky
beyond the driftwood fence
looking at the fresh-water pond
where the little ducklings
flock together for a swimming lesson
and joyful geese quack, quacking
as the evening clasps its hands
in prayer for the end of another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silent thoughts, how to recollect and nourish with? My silent thoughts taking me to where the ducks keep swimming, geese quacking.