Res John Burman (27th October 1942 to 'Not Yet! ' / London, Middlesex, England)
'Huà Shàn Mountain'
Pilgrimage to Huà Shàn Mountain,
Beside me a rock face and a rusty chain,
Beneath me, three planks and the eternal wind.
No wonder they thought Taoists immortal.
Come this way once and you'll think,
You can live forever!
Copyright © Res John Burman 5th November 2009
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