Author Peter H. Lee Where white clouds rise, branches rustle.Raise sail, raise sail!Let's go to West Lake at high tide, and at low water to East Lake.Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.White clover ferns and pink knotweeds— they adorn every inlet. 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