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Yesterday


I’m from front and back lake

Surround by straight bamboo that build up a wall

Save children, mother, and father’s life.

They still ready to escapes when the battle ships are fighting in the front river.

 

I’m from a clear night

Surround by secret talk in the bamboo, mystery sky knights.

It is a green tree

Watching the growing of leaves and counting one, two, three.

 

I’m from a mile farmland

Surround by small fishes, quiet weather.

From a fat little moil

Bit your butt whilst you draw a straw form my soil.

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