To gaze anew, and not have need
Eyes smudged orbs to replace
A feat, as mere extension on
Child's unnarrowing mind-space.
Pulls him upwards which sore pluck
Tree's sunset dreams soaked in!
Or screaming rolls down to where grassed
Swarms a peace bedewing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellently crafted piece, sir James...10+++
Thanks again bernard. Sorry for late reply