Poem Practice

A Piece of Autumn

Now the noise of crowds in Notre Dame Stadium has been gone

On a beautiful Saturday of autumn, I wander above the fallen leaves.

All the trees point at the blue sky as the sunshine touches their skins

And for the people on the streets, they sing an anthem of silent season.

I see some tourists staring at the golden dome

But in front of the touchdown Jesus on the Hesburgh Library

These visitors are way too small.

Don’t care much about the way people walk

Just let the pleasing wind combs down my hair

And I, I’m on the way toward the Log Chapel.

Soon my eyes watch a greenish wooden house

Among the colored leaves so I kneel,

Kneel and pray for the God of innocence.

On the way back to my room I imagine a nice dream

A bright dream about the never-ending autumn yellow.

11/08/2011

Chang Woo Jung