英詩習作一首

        The Garage Sale

            Today I passed by Post Street,

     There the great mansions are located.

     Following the arrows flying,

     I got the last place where you were hiding.

         Modern Poetry is over fifty years old, then

    A guy said：“ My grandpa’s, pay what you can.”

         Your handwriting, your sigh and smile,

         Between pages mixed with a moldy smell.

         I put the book in the sunshine in my home,

         Now you’ll feel bright and warm.

         I know some years later, somewhere,

         My fate will be the same as well.

                               
                                             Sept. 28, 2013   

                                My first English Poem

                                      By Li Shen