Beside the bank of small river,
The village is very cool in summer.
Placed two high benches in wet sand,
Put a bampoo board to make a bed by hand.
On seeing sunset, we climbed up for cooling,
On opening eyes, saw dense stars dazzling.
Winter Stars In Winter Skies always loved winter stars in winter skies in clear sky Southern Alps mountains Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Cool Bed' by the poet Lily YANG. Dedicated to the poet Lily YANG.
Winter Star Chills watching stars silent until cold bite shaking chills Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Cool Bed' by the poet Lily YANG. Dedicated to the poet Lily YANG.
Laid Down To Sleep In High Mountains climbed high into mountains found a smoother place to sleep on a quiet riverbed flat to sleep Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Cool Bed' by the poet Lily YANG. Dedicated to the poet Lily YANG.
Wild Spaces Sleeping resting in a sleeping bag under night sky pantheon passing stars wonder trying to stay awake Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Cool Bed' by the poet Lily YANG. Dedicated to the poet Lily YANG.
Your work is so fresh, uncomplicated yet profoundly crystal in the imaging. Love it. A very talented young woman people need to hear.10/10.
nice piece fellow poet i enjoyed reading the poem thanks for sharing
Lovely train of thoughts well encapsulated, nicely encapsulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Lily. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
High Mountain Memories Embedded In Soul always loved winter stars in winter skies in clear sky Southern Alps mountains watching stars silent until cold bite chills shaking climbed high into mountains found a smoother place to sleep on a riverbed edge laid down to sleep in a sleeping bag under passing stars trying to stay awake for hours watching stars run in ink black sky just overhead until sleep claimed night star watching soul waking late in hot summer morning in the stillness alone as summer river streams past whispers waters crystal clear golden secrets embedded high mountain memories Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Cool Bed' by the poet Lily YANG. Dedicated to the poet Lily YANG.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always loved winter stars in winter skies, in clear sky Southern Alps mountains, watching stars silent until cold bite chills shaking, I have climbed high into the mountains, found a smoother place to sleep on a riverbed edge, laid down to sleep in a sleeping bag, trying to stay awake for hours, watching stars run in ink black sky just overhead, until sleep claimed night star watching soul, waking late in the hot summer morning, in the stillness alone as summer river streams past whispers :) 10+++ is the golden worth of high mountain memories