By Kim Jong-mi ("Lucy")
Published in International
Journal for Teachers of English Writing Skills
Special Literary Edition
2001, Volume 8, Number 2, p. 145.
Robbie Dean Press,
Ann Arbor, MI
I remember the village where I was born.
There was a thatched house, a rice field and a calm placid sea.
I remember the fresh air at the peep of day.
At evening, smoke was rising from a chimney.
But most of all,
I remember the persimmon tree.
It was in the front yard of the house.
I had to wait for a long time so that I could eat ripe fruit.
The persimmon tree gave me a dream, a hope, and endurance.