The family left for a better place Its barn half unroofed
The farm abandoned
The wooden carts remain
With their arms open, extended
Toward a mare who will come no more
To take them away from there.
Translated by Lenora Timm
This poem in breton
The family left for a better place Its barn half unroofed
The farm abandoned
The wooden carts remain
With their arms open, extended
Toward a mare who will come no more
To take them away from there.
Translated by Lenora Timm
This poem in breton