On the street
As the bike floats down the street
The wind shows the leaves where to go.
Children’s laughter cuts the air
Figures chasings a ball
As the bike peddles down the street
Old folks stare from the verandas
Waiting for their time
The stories they could tell
As the bike floats down the street
Cars traveling through time
Children become old folks
Stories become memories
As the bike peddles down the street
Time shows the thoughts where to go
By voices of the children
By paper to the history
Xian 1991
About the Creator
Andrew Barr
Robert Andrew Barr was born in Canada. He became a Lecturer at the University of British Columbia He now lives in Adelaide, South Australia, and is a landscape painter, illustrator, and self-published writer.
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The Temple
The Temple I went to Busan National University in South Korea for a semester to teach English as a Second Language. During my time in Busan, on the weekends I would take the cable car up the mountain and hike around the trails for exercise. On this day, I had followed a trail that I had not traveled before, and I came across a very old and weathered wooden temple. I had just begun to photograph the building when an old monk in his orange robes wandered out.
By Andrew Barr4 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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