Sunrise On Huampu River

Oh! the Huampu River Is full of life. It’s busy boats Going from there to there. Fussy tugs, like clucking hens Shooing their sister boats, Out of their way. Transport boats Link together, like strings of beads, Cluttering the waterway. Overseas liners, proud and aloof, Stand immobile At their wharves, Waiting for their sister tugs, To get them moving. On shore, Chimney stacks, Billow smoke into the still air. The sun rises over the horizon, Streaking the river With reflections of gold, Heralding, The birth of another day.