Standing on the Wooden Bridge <br /> <br />I stand on the wooden bridge, <br />Just in front of my house, <br />Facing west, watching sunset, painting the sky red, <br />Pale moon hung on the eastern sky, <br />Listening to the frogs, brown birds flying <br />Across the lalang field, <br />Finding corns and grains. <br /> <br />The river flows gracefully underneath the bridge, <br />Carrying its brownish current, <br />With its swirling dimples on its surface, <br />Sending coconut husks, future seeds and dried leaves to the sea, <br />Bandung grass grows along the river bank, <br />Swaying right and left, a playground for frogs and mudskipper <br />And sometime bend down as if they want to drink the river water. <br /> <br />Sometimes there are a few biawak swimming in the river, <br />Peeping from the water surface, <br />They will run away if you throw stones into the river, <br />My brother likes to do that, <br />I feel cold breeze from the Batang Sadong river, <br />Coiling around me, as if they want to play with me, <br />A beautiful scenery that I will keep forever in my heart.<br /><br />Ismim Putera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/standing-on-the-wooden-bridge/
