Near the River
There is a silent village near the river
It flowers with a beautiful people
The summer sun shares its bounty
Their nature grows pure and strong
This river flows from distant mountains
Its clear water teems with watery life
The fishermen pursue them every day
A life of joy is their only mission.
Summer blends to autumn again
A quiet evening binds them with hope
The harvest has defeated winter again
United in joy, united in love.
But now, this brilliant town has been lost.
Only the idea of glowing beauty is left
However, my heart knows that happy village
Its memory pursues my soul into tomorrow.
March 12, 1991
William W. Smith