X. L. Woo Poems

When the scorching sun's high at noon,
I run from here to there,
From east to west, north to south,
Through the fields, over the ditches,
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The Titanic! The gigantic steamer!
The luxury of the world!
Is She the pride of modern technique?
Or the shame of all the helmsmen?
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I'm driving on Highway I-95,
On a long journey to south and sea.
I start from the Garden State,
All the way down to Florida.
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A little brook tumbles down the mountain.
A narrow footpath snakes beside it,
Which I follow, treading on the steps.
The brook's so clear, so cool;
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