Стих
Как я уже писал, во вторник тренер научил нас основам стихоплетства и попросил за довольно короткое время написать стихотворение о какой-нибудь вещи - не человеке. Можно было, при желании, не разглашать объект стиха и сделать его своего рода зогаткой, что многие, в том числе и ваш покорный слуга, сделали. Многие угадывались, а вот главного героя моего стиха не могли угадать довольно долгое время. Попробуйте и вы отгадать.
In the desert by the road,
In the summer heat and winter cold
I stare at the passers-by,
And watch the flowers grow, and die.
The ages have passed fast
With the rustling of the grass,
And the singing of the birds,
And the ruthless march of herds.
The earth keeps going round
With so much fuss and sound
That only I can hear,
That only I can bear.
Life is so dependent,
It's so much faint and tender
And I am strong and solid.
But nothing is eternal,
And I will see my end,
On that end I depend.
In the desert by the road,
In the summer heat and winter cold
I stare at the passers-by,
And watch the flowers grow, and die.
The ages have passed fast
With the rustling of the grass,
And the singing of the birds,
And the ruthless march of herds.
The earth keeps going round
With so much fuss and sound
That only I can hear,
That only I can bear.
Life is so dependent,
It's so much faint and tender
And I am strong and solid.
But nothing is eternal,
And I will see my end,
On that end I depend.