Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 38

The Eighth Voyage
Kennedy School, Li, Andrea - 9
We were giving out gifts,
To the poor and to the rich.
Mostly to the kings we say,
And in a hurry we can’t delay!
Others all think they know,
How our wise leader had to go.
But even without him at our side,
None of of the crew ever cried.
The new king banished the good,
As if we weren’t manhood.
But here I stand onboard the ship,
Sailing again to the world’s tip.
The eighth journey that we sailed,
Across the sea with no fails.
Without the Zheng’s clear orders,
We sailed through the world’s borders.
Onto a land we never saw,
Where all we heard was a bird’s caw.
The land that would make Zheng proud,
One that wasn’t very loud.
We had no memory of this place,
Until the emperor showed his face.
We called it floating- mania,
It was nothing but the southern Australia.
Once the emperor came to greet us,
He welcomed us onto the grand bus.
A emu outside spread his wings,
To welcome us the Mings.
While the emperor was speaking to the emu,
The crew dug into the welcome meal.
I gave the emperor our precious bamboo!
He gave us a lady emu.
Even without captain Zheng,
We managed to visit a new land.
I hope this journey will never end,
And we are allowed to find loads more hidden gems.