Standing on the Wooden Bridge
I stand on the wooden bridge,
Just in front of my house,
Facing west, watching sunset, painting the sky red,
Pale moon hung on the eastern sky,
Listening to the frogs, brown birds flying
Across the lalang field,
Finding corns and grains.
The river flows gracefully underneath the bridge,
Carrying its brownish current,
With its swirling dimples on its surface,
Sending coconut husks, future seeds and dried leaves to the sea,
Bandung grass grows along the river bank,
Swaying right and left, a playground for frogs and mudskipper
And sometime bend down as if they want to drink the river water.
Sometimes there are a few biawak swimming in the river,
Peeping from the water surface,
They will run away if you throw stones into the river,
My brother likes to do that,
I feel cold breeze from the Batang Sadong river,
Coiling around me, as if they want to play with me,
A beautiful scenery that I will keep forever in my heart.
Ismim Putera
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