Stranded on the
Grasslands
Rain and wind, so varied and vast,
In every direction, they blow and
they blast.
On the border, the people endure,
Living on the grasslands, they
remain unsure.
Wives and children, like wild beasts they roam,
Hindered by the woods, they
cannot find a home.
How desolate the
thatched cottage appears,
With foxes and hares flying
around without fears. |