Author Florence Ayscough West of hut grow bamboo-shoots; I open another door;North of ditch stretch pepper-trees; they back on village.Plums ripe; promised to eat them with old Zhu;Pines high; proposed a discussion with Sir Yuan. 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