Brooks and other baby streams
Like the littlest of Mankind
Are all quick steps and handclaps
And a giggling combined.
Rivers, like grownups, and poor
Old lagoon like grandmama
The hobbling and the grumbling and
The lost-of-senses are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful read. Especially loved the imagery of the first stanza