White divorced Christian
lady or mother, 
despondent
with waking up alone.
Would swap corporate suits, 
high heels and air-
conditioned offices
for the cries 
of newborn lambs, 
the smell of rain
on the newly ploughed fields, 
the feeling of freedom, 
sun and wind -
as she rides her horse.
She wants to share, 
more than just
a bottle of wine.
April,1998, Hogsback, South Africa.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
The pungent, earthy smell of rain on a newly ploughed field is a heavenly scent indeed. Very nice poem.