New beginnings spent
whittling pencils in English class bent
laying down copy of the 'road not taken'
doodling a tall-treed wood copy making
Casting long-held glances down paths pondered
working oodles of doodles into mind and meaning
each Monday spent from hearth to Mountain leaning
weeks long toil at work bench crafting
Seated again classes went, friends over hot coffee spent
pondering youthful minds soaring over doodles poring
How now these talents foster?
When fine paper awaits the ink in think boldly
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I would like to translate this poem
i am voting this poem a big 10. thank u. tony