Author Hiroaki Sato My daughter must be past ten by now, must be going places, a wandering vestal. When she carries salt water in Tago Bay, many workers will gather. Saying, " She's too young, " asking her questions or not asking, they'll abuse her. 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