Author Arthur Waley Tchirek RiverLies under the Dark Mountains:Where the sky is like the sides of a tentStretched down over the Great Steppe.The sky is gray, gray:And the steppe wide, wide:Over grass that the wind has battered lowSheep and oxen roam. 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