Tiptoe, tiptoe, into the dark
The words for raven, for newt, for lark
Into the great unspoken air
Conker rolls with her one eyed stare
Into the woods where mist weaves grey
Magpie and bluebell fade away
Words that once lay sweet on the tongue
Stripped away from our burgeoning young
Broadband, chatroom and database
Media chatter has stolen their space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, dear Ma'am Sheena....10+++++++++++