Song in the heart of Quang Tri - Poem by Vo Thi Nhu Mai

ILLUSTRATION: TUAN ANH

I grew up in the land of sunshine and wind.
A full moon on a thatched roof
Some old people tell stories about the gods.
Children sleep in the afternoon, dreaming of straw smoke

My hometown has grass growing in the kitchen porch.
Buffalo footprints are deep in the fields in March
Rich Quang Tri accent
Tribal names for the festival fire

I left home at the age of nine.
Han River holds the shirt of mother and child
The warmth of brown soil clings to worn sandals
Far from the fields and sky, running and cheering with friends
Throwing cold water on each other at dawn

The trains in the sunset
The middle car has an old lady with a pensive look full of scars.
Eyes wet like October rain

I went through life several times at the age of twenty
Tall buildings wide river
Carrying the smell of kitchen smoke, the sound of chickens in the morning mist
Quang Tri loves the uneven villages

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