Autumn Fires
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
THE TEACHER
I’d like to be a teacher, and have a clever brain,
Calling out, “Attention, please!” and “Must I speak in vain?”
I’d be quite strict with boys and girls whose minds I ahd to train,
And all the books and maps and thngs I’d carefully explain;
I’d make then learn the dates of kings, and all the capes of Spain;
But I wouldn’t be a teacher if …
I couldn’t use the cane.
Would you?
Song of the morning
Green mountains attract cranes and waterfowl.
Amidst whirling morning rain, river waves pound at the dawning sun.
Flowers blow dizzily in morning wind,
enticing birds to come.
Laughing bamboo and crowing birds are in
harmony with it all.
