Friday, January 6, 2017


Don't think a mountain home means you're free
a day doesn't pass without its cares
old ladies steal my bamboo shoots
boys lead oxen into the wheat
grubs and beetle destroy my greens
boars and squirrels devour the rice
things don't always go my way
what can I do but turn to myself

                                                      Stonehouse


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