Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 55

But I knew that we could do it,
And I encouraged them,
“Come On!”
I urged,
But the crewmen resisted,
Then we rested.
We took out our bags,
And used them as pillows,
We took off our jacket,
And used them as blankets,
So we made a fire,
With sticks and rocks,
For warmth and hot air.
But we didn’t need a lot of warmth,
Because we were going back tomorrow,
I wanted to just get done with this,
So I told them that we were going home with a graceful bow.
I hoped that we would find the treasure,
Right before we left.
But we failed and in the first voyage,
I MET A PIRATE SHIP AND THE PIRATES WERE KEPT!
I had to do this 7 times,
I led 240 boats,
27000 crewmen,
Ate lots of dairies,
And...
We went to 30 countries!
But sadly in 1433,
While I was sleeping,
I caught an illness,
And I was tossed overboard without weeping.
Because my crew was scared that the illness would spread,
In the ocean I died just so very sorrowfully.
But...
Zheng He’s name,
Will still remain in history eternally.