I love to gaze upon this lake when
tufts of grass shimmer and shake
and timorous moorhens in frenzied flight
scatter like seed in the morning light
where dust clouds of flies twirl and twist
in a roller- coast ride on the weeping mist
and boisterous coots are in splendid cheer
generating smiles from ear to ear
then, when some reeds start to swoon
frogs and toads croak in tune, and
mallards dance with stars in their eyes
oblivious to the herons piercing cries
milky white swans leave their nest, and
parade their cygnets close to their chest
then, cormorants, their morn feed done
stand wings outstretched towards the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem john (called jack)