Small Fishpond - Poem by Lily YANG
Between our garden and a rice field bond,
Father singly tried to dug a small fishpond.
Under the big trees without certain names,
Carried mud piled into a hill to play games.
Pond's water was soaked from the ditches,
Vegetables grew well without water hitches.
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