Across Mongolia.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
Across Mongolia....
The noise barriers staring at you
exactly as you fly over Mongolia
on the way to Down Under-
the Great Wall is staring at you
but if flying a bit higher,
at crystal clear weather,
cloudless sky, from such a very height
this age-old imperial Wall looks
as a delectable hot delicacy, most delicious bite
like in my childhood,
my most favourite pasteitjes bite....
pasteitjes are small snacks, daily sold in Indonesia,
in the café or along the streets and presented hot
instantly from the frying pan.
©Sylvia Frances Chan
Monday the 29th October 2018 -
@ 16.43 hrs.P.M. West-European Time
We have Winter time now, one hour less sleep,
it seems but in fact the same length of hours as
we go to bed with the summertime-zone.
If you see those gigantic battlements as tiny curvings,
they remind me as my most favourite snacks in my childhood
the "pasteitjes" from Jakarta, Indonesia, sold as small snacks
hot served, instantly from the frying pan.
pasteitjes are small snacks, daily sold in Indonesia,
in the café or along the streets and presented hot
instantly from the frying pan.
About the Time-Zone:
We have Winter time now, one hour less sleep,
it seems but in fact the same length of hours as
we go to bed in the summertime-zone.
©Sylvia Frances Chan
Monday the 29th October 2018 -
@ 16.43 hrs.P.M. West-European Time
We have Wintertime now, one hour less sleep,
it seems but in fact the same length of hours as
we go to bed with the summertime-zone.
The age- old wall looks! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Flying over Mongolia you have experienced a lots of things. The Great Wall is staring at you. Memories have gathered and you have experienced a lot of things. Favorite bite is taken with positive motivation. An excellent poem is well penned from memory.10
TWO: Thank you so much too for the precious 10 for the Vote. God's Blessings in Abundance be upon thee and thy beloved family, Sir, Amen, gratefully yours, Sylvia Frances Chan from the NL.
ONE: Only when the sight from that highest point is crystal clear, we could see the gigantic Great Wall battlements as smallest and tiny Indonesian snacks. I had flown over Mongolia more than once, but only grey dark clouds could I see. Thank you so much for the valuable feedback, worthy comments and lovely compliments.
.........Till you one day will fly over Mongolia and it is crystal clear weather, then you will remember my poem about Mongolia, Kostas. Thank you so much, that you dropped in at my poem site
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The noise barriers staring at you exactly as you fly over Mongolia on the way to Down Under- the Great Wall is staring at you......your experience is brilliantly reflected here in this beautiful poem....10
Thank you so much for your precious comment and for your appreciated compliment. And for the 10. God's Blessings in Abundance be upon thee and thy beloved family, Dillip. Amen.