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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Along the field as we came by</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">where i lived as a child<br>a little jungle thrived<br>opposite our row of<br>wooden houses<br>migrant houses<br>built just to live<br>with bare necessities<br>the beds, tables and chairs<br>mom's wedding presents<br>the only decor in the rooms<br>the few toys we begged <br>from dad and mom<br>strewn across the floor<br>the verandah sometimes<br>ended up on the shelf <br>oddly they sat to brighten up <br>our house<br>and over the jungle<br>a hive of activities<br>kept our days occupied<br>we had run to capture poor dragonflies<br>in such rich hue of red<br>we caught them to devour<br>each other up<br>planting their tails onto <br>each other's mouth<br>up on the tree one day<br>a heron appeared<br>so white and graceful it looked<br>to this day, it remained in my mind<br>lucky little heron that took up a space<br>in my memory giving my middle age heart<br>a young jolt each time i recollect the scene<br>the smell of rubber, latex, torn leaves<br>lingers too in the memory<br>those times that we braved ourselves<br>to walk through the patch of jungle<br>breaking little trunks and tearing leaves<br>oh lord, we were naughty<br>naughty little tarzans<br>till one day somebody decided<br>to build houses over the patch<br>two storey houses with stars<br>for their long balconies<br>mom and dad decided to move<br>into one of the upper units<br>and there we embarked on<br>another dream....of stars<br>we went to school<br>we went to so many places<br>but the little patch of jungle<br>still thrives in our mind<br>the smell of rubber and torn leaves<br>so fresh on the nostrill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inspired by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the field as we came by <br>ALONG the field as we came by <br>A year ago, my love and I, <br>The aspen over stile and stone <br>Was talking to itself alone. <br>‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass? <br>A country lover and his lass; <br>Two lovers looking to be wed; <br>And time shall put them both to bed, <br>But she shall lie with earth above, <br>And he beside another love.’ <br>And sure enough beneath the tree <br>There walks another love with me, <br>And overhead the aspen heaves <br>Its rainy-sounding silver leaves; <br>And I spell nothing in their stir, <br>But now perhaps they speak to her, <br>And plain for her to understand <br>They talk about a time at hand <br>When I shall sleep with clover clad, <br>And she beside another lad. <br>Alfred Edward Housman</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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a little jungle thrived
opposite our row of
wooden houses
migrant houses
built just to live
with bare necessities
the beds, tables and chairs
mom's wedding presents
the only decor in the rooms
the few toys we begged 
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