Pantun
Malaya
Green land that I love, jungle clad
I spent there the years of my youth.
A warriors life is not so bad
and here I learned to see the truth
Have you had rice
The fisherman casts out his net
above the shining shoals of fish.
It is no breach of etiquette
to serve your guest a brimming bowl.
Try again
She sets her heart upon a man
It may just be he will win free
He launches his catamaran
And paddles strongly out to sea
Pecking order
The red cockerel struts and crows
his harem gathers at his call.
The man prays to the god he knows
and gets no answer none at all.
Jun 2004
Malaya
Green land that I love, jungle clad
I spent there the years of my youth.
A warriors life is not so bad
and here I learned to see the truth
Have you had rice
The fisherman casts out his net
above the shining shoals of fish.
It is no breach of etiquette
to serve your guest a brimming bowl.
Try again
She sets her heart upon a man
It may just be he will win free
He launches his catamaran
And paddles strongly out to sea
Pecking order
The red cockerel struts and crows
his harem gathers at his call.
The man prays to the god he knows
and gets no answer none at all.
Jun 2004


