here where you see a green valley <br />And a road half-covered with grass, <br />Through an oak wood beginning to bloom <br />Children are returning home from school. <br /> <br />In a pencil case that opens sideways <br />Crayons rattle among crumbs of a roll <br />And a copper penny saved by every child <br />To greet the first spring cuckoo. <br /> <br />Sister's beret and brother's cap <br />Bob in the bushy underbrush, <br />A screeching jay hops in the branches <br />And long clouds float over the trees. <br /> <br />A red roof is already visible at the bend. <br />In front of the house father, leaning on a hoe, <br />Bows down, touches the unfolded leaves, <br />And from his flower bed inspects the whole region.<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-66/
