THREE SHORT POEMS
–to the tune of Shih Liu Tzu Ling
I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle.
I turn my head startled,
The sky is three foot three above me!*
Like great waves surging in a crashing sea,
Like a thousand stallions
In full gallop in the heat of battle.
Piercing the blue of heaven, your barbs unblunted!
The skies would fall
But for your strength supporting.
A folk song runs:
Skull Mountain up above,
Treasure Mountain down below,
The sky is only three foot three away.
Bend your head if you go by foot,
Dismount if you go by horse.