Climbing Up to Soahk Pavilion

In summer afternoon, when the sun leans low,

The local Confucian school's in repose,

But the trumpet creepers brightly glow

On the wall, the faces have smiled to disclose.

And on the ruins of Gungsan, leaves of the trees

Are freely wave and whisper with the breeze.

The world cup park is shrouded in mist,

Far off in darkness, and is softly kissed.

(Apr. 16^th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)