We use to play on the hill,
me and the so many
neighborhood boys.
At three I was the
smallest of the gang
but the largest too.
Once I grabbed the legs
of the king and
down he tumbled.
I was the king for
the rest of the day….
In the watermelon patch,
on the swing
in and on
just about everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem