Sunday, May 1, 2022

A Write in the Park (Day 01)

What shall I write?
What shall I write?
I'm seated on a park bench
with a big pond in my sight

Birds are chirping all around me
fresh morning air I breathe
Under the shade of an old gnarled tree
with cool damp grass beneath.

"A Write in the Park, Day 1"
by Huang Bing Yao
01May22 0828 hrs GMT+8
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A view of the lake from my park bench in Westlake Garden

Nobody's Park

(Sung to the tune of Nobody's Child) As I was slowly passing A busy town one day I lingered for a moment To watch people on...