Standing on a hilltop,
Singing a song from my dreams,
Looking at the vast green farmland below,
I don't wish to leave my family or home,
But, I need to follow my dream,
She calls me every day,
She sends me her beauty every morning;
Cherry blossoms and roses, in the spring,
Sounds of ocean waves in the summer,
Even the cellphone sound of the cicadas,
Calling to say hello let's party while we can,
She sends me her family photos, of beautiful,
Multi-colored blankets, of Autumn leaves,
Winter pictures of snow covered mountains,
She sings beautiful old songs to me,
Relaxing and magical songs,
Played with only two strings and a bow,
Yet,
She cries in pain,
Her family separated for so very long,
Standing on a mountaintop,
Looking at the Miracle below,
Singing a song from my dreams,
“Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo...”
Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Standing on a hilltop,
Singing a song from my dreams,
Looking at the vast green farmland below,
I don't wish to leave my family or home,
But, I need to follow my dream,
She calls me every day,
She sends me her beauty every morning;
Cherry blossoms and roses, in the spring,
Sounds of ocean waves in the summer,
Even the cellphone sound of the cicadas,
Calling to say hello let's party while we can,
She sends me her family photos, of beautiful,
Multi-colored blankets, of Autumn leaves,
Winter pictures of snow covered mountains,
She sings beautiful old songs to me,
Relaxing and magical songs,
Played with only two strings and a bow,
Yet,
She cries in pain,
Her family separated for so very long,
Standing on a mountaintop,
Looking at the Miracle below,
Singing a song from my dreams,
“Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo...”
Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
