Nostalgic Boat Ride

The winter morning as arrived Bringing misty chillness alive The chants are loud in the sky With bells ringing in the temple side Mesmerizing are the swish Of the water flowing beneath As I lay there so calm Nothing to hurry no qualm Hear the children in their bath Splashing water cutting apart Ladies up carrying water pot With wet clothes on their shoulder The ducks family seems to know They move on they move on Slowly the boat moves to shore Showing time to wake and stow What a blissful night it was The full moon cascade bright soothing path It was a meditative drive Which I carry in my feelings stacked To be referred in future packed....SUNKAN