Author Peter H. Lee Let's tread on fragrant grasses and pick orchids and angelica.Stop the boat, stop the boat!What have I taken aboard on my boat small as a leaf?Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.Nothing except mist when I set sail, when I row back, the moon. 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