"I am in the rice field ..." In summer I’m in the rice paddy where it rains.When it becomes cool for a frog’s croaking.Why isn’t crying any more done? The tone of the bug Much is heard.Why is a frog’s not croaking done? Please find me my wife and your husband surely.I’m certain that they’ll be cheerful at home.Grouper, of child making or child rearing it’s being done inApparent Why is a frog’s of that day not croaking done?That a frog of that day doesn’t croak?I’m lonely in HON. ”Poet-Mderns…”#poem #poet #poetry #haart
In summer I’m in the rice paddy where it rains.When it becomes cool for a frog’s croaking.Why isn’t crying any more done? The tone of the bug Much is heard.Why is a frog’s not croaking done? Please find me my wife and your husband surely.I’m certain that they’ll be cheerful at home.Grouper, of child making or child rearing it’s being done inApparent Why is a frog’s of that day not croaking done?That a frog of that day doesn’t croak?I’m lonely in HON. ”Poet-Mderns…”#poem #poet #poetry #haart
