Hullo, Hullo
The people behind
The roadside stalls,
Call to attract our attention,
Before we board our boat
To cruise the Lijiang.
The mountains on either side
Stand like sentries,
Guarding the river.
The peasant children
Swimming in the river,
Call to us
Waiting for coins and lollies
To be thrown to them by excited tourists.
A dragon fly
Lands on the window
To rest his wings,
Before flying to fields
Across the Lijiang.
The peasant wives
Wash by the riverside.
Their men - fork fish
And laze on their bamboo punts.
Hemp poppies nod their heads
From the hillside.
Bamboos grow tall at the river's edge.
We are tired from our long tour,
We welcome the Lijiang
As she welcomes us.
- Book: Kath Walker in China
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