| Pulau Ubin |
| it cannot be denied that the fields and forests have their muds - after all, morning dew does mix with earth, and they are fields of rain. and the hens and cockerels, they have to defecate somewhere. it is also true that such simple happiness here is often found in thatched houses (that burn easily), down algae-choked wells, and could well be boxed up and kept in cement villages, complete with running water besides, the sands you step on are blackened with industrial oil and ugly mangrove, they chip wounds away, meld blood and sand too close imported sand would do better, it is silken, white, the way this sand could never be yes, all this is true. besides, these sampans * are small, and the salt sea stings its passengers too freely... Today, Pulau Ubin will be given a "facelift". They will mould her into something prettier, remove the mud from her sand Today, I return to the mainland, leaving two small mounds of sand on the concrete pavement. This poem by my then 15 year old daughter Judith won her the British Poetry Society's Young poet of the year award 2001. She was one of 15 finalists in a competition which fielded over 7000 entries worldwide. In both 2003 & 2004, she won this title yet again. I am certainly very proud of her :) Painting: Pulau Ubin Kampong Melayu, Watercolour 1999 38x56com |
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