along the river fuji <br />bright, where a mountain <br />stands before me tall <br /> <br />one hundred people gather <br />on the other side for qingming <br />but I lean against a cherry tree <br /> <br />so that I can fall asleep <br />like I used to in the spring <br />against broken cattle fences <br /> <br />i would awake at dusk <br />of the next day-finally rested, <br />when everything else was asleep <br /> <br />then the wild pink cherry tree <br />would breath its breath of fragrance <br />and my world would change<br /><br />Annie Cordelia Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-the-river-fuji/
