Author Shigeyoshi Obata Blue water…a clear moon… In the moonlight the white herons are flying. Listen! Do you hear the girls who gather water-chest-nuts? They are going home in the night, singing. 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