Frogs on Taishan abound Amongst the graves the mounds Of departed unlabelled People perhaps poor Family leave paper flowers or money on the ground, the mound, the floor A car, an apple Hands together, bow and leave Perhaps grieve but respect is paid. I trod there carefully Not so long ago Dust dirt mountain trees Streams dry then In winter ice
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
Just travel on Ta'shan Tai'an climbing the mountain
Comments (1)
Good imagery FargoFan