At The Glacier Bay

By Choi Yearn-hong

The waters are cold and blue;

The mountains are modestly high and steep.

The clouds are always hanging on the waistline of the mountains.

The whales, sea lions and sea otters are the living things

On and under the waters.

The sound and sight of the iceberg falling into the waters

Awaken my sleepy conscience,

Making the solitude so deep.

The glaciers are crying for their disappearances

From the Earth,

From the Glacier Bay in Alaska.

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