Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 127

The First Journey
Po Leung Kuk Choi Kai Yau School, Lam, Errin - 14
The ropes are flung free,
Now the treasure ships set sail!
Cheering from behind,
Where the king watches.
We are loaded with treasure,
To gift to people.
Up here I can sight
Sky, sea, and the horizon!
Where the two planes meet
They are one colour,
Like Picasso’s masterpieces:
Exquisite beauty.
High up in the sails,
Is I. A frisky young boy
Hired as a lookout.
My shift is over.
All is tranquil and peaceful,
This gentle rocking is serene,
I am lulled... to slumber.
Then I awake -
Duty calls again.
From dawn to high noon,
I wash floors, untangle ropes
But it is all joy
Up in the crow’s nest
I - I see something! I shout:
“General! Look, land!”
The General looks,
His eyebrows and mouth tilt up,
“Ready the presents!”
We set anchor there.
I walk proudly alongside
The General’s steps.
The people there look strange,
But the General minds not.
He kneels to present
A gilded sculpture
Of a golden buffalo.
The king is pleased,
We are welcomed well,
All guests in this foreign land.
I see animals