Time for poetry

I have looked in my private folder and read through what I wrote many years ago. I love them all, because they are my breathtakes from before. I thought it would be easy to choose the first one for you, but it´s not. I have decided to let you read from the beginning, even if it means it will take some time until I get to the poems that perhaps will ease the pain in a sad persons soul.
At the age of 18, that was 1987, 9th of december, I wrote one of the first poems I will let you see. I began to write in hexameter:
And again, I am sorry but they are all in swedish:

" En ensam fågel hörs, på kala trädekvist.
På äng en fjärils lek, är ju helt klart och visst.
Ett vackert glitter ges, från droppar i vår bäck
Och ljud av porlet är, en sång så fin och tjäck.
Natur nu kläds i guld, av vacker solnedgång.
Piga på backen står, och kallar korna in.
En ensam vandrare, sitt steg på grusig gång,
ber vackert henne om: -vill du nu bliva min"

Tomorrow a poem I wrote 1988, in August.