Author Peter H. Lee A puff of east wind ruffles the stream's surface into ripples.Raise sail, raise sail!Let's go to West Lake by the East.Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.Hills pass by, more hills greet us. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments