127 Poem by RIC BASTASA

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bring back the good old times

cousin, let us bring back the good old times

climbing trees
gathering mangoes on the green hills
bathing nude on light brown rivers
basking in the sun on that big rock
fishing on ponds for mud fish
with earthworms as baits

jumping from tree trunks
to rivers below
riding on carabaos
barefoot on mud holes
swinging on half-fallen coconut trees
chasing dragonflies
making ripples on the blue seas
sailing on wooden boats
paddling on clear days
suns shining full
and moons glowing cool

cousin, let us bring back the old glorious times
we go back
to where we once were children, where our innocence like
incense in the Taoist temples
glows and spreads
a certain pure perfume in
nature back united
to us

we are awed
we now wander....

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