Motherland

Motherland, what is for me?
That eared wheat,
Granular, sweet,
And with smell of home.

My Motherland -
Fertility everywhere.
Beloved Motherland,
And rain smell.

Land of Fathers,
Of Birches slim,
Softwood tree.
Knows and loves me.

Frost rime
At Pushkin's autumn.
With future white
Snow falls.

Blizzard troyka.
With jingle bells
Lands of Fathers
Spins horseshoes!

Fatherland fairs -
Raspberry ringing.
Church pulpit.
Russian spirit.

Darling my,
In good world -
Mother's hands
I kissing warm.

Simple squint
Of good eyes -
Wrinkles favorite
From lived days.

Smell of soil.
Smell of bread.
Smell of winds.
At the field about will
Of large spaces!

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/04/22/7109