Bytheasphaltroadside
Isaswatheofricepaddies
Themostbeautifulspot
Inthissmalltown
Onmyway
Inandout
Ofmyoffice
Iwouldoftencatchsight
Ofpeopleatworkinthepaddies
Thewaytheylook
Remindsmeofmyparents
Andmyvillage
Nowbuildinguponbuilding
Hasswallowedthericepaddiesup
Thefieldsleavenomark
Onthecornersoftheirmouths
It''''shardforme
Tobrushpastthosefarmers
Iknowafewbysight
They''''realwayswearing
Westernclothes
Atharvest
Andplantingtime
WhenIthinkofmyvillage
Myeyescanbutroam
Thefarhills