Climbing Up To The Old Knoll Poem by Kinsley Lee

By Lee Eun-Sang

Returning today to the old knoll
Where I used to play,
The words of an ancient poet that the mounts
And streams are unchanged, it's false.
Th'towering
Pine tree that once stood
Here, now fell and gone.

Leaning on my walking stick,
I turn towards the mountain's slope,
In some years, battered
By storms, collapsed and fallen,
Yet from th'soil,
The new pine saplings
Emerge, they trying to measure the height.