The following are the poems that my lola Nila can still sharply remember during her grade school years in 1955-1960. (No Plagiarism intended).
The Kite
I often seat and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky;
And ride upon the breeze and go
Whatever way it shines to blow.
Then I could look beyond the town
And see the river winding down;
And follow all ships that sails
Like me before a merry air
Until at last with wind I came
To some place with a foreign name.
Arrow
I shoot an arrow into the air
It fells to earth I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song.
Long long afterwards in an oak
I found the arrow still not broke
And the song from beginning to end
I found again in the heart of a friend
The Owl
Of all the quail berg I ever did see;
The owl is the quirest by part of me.
For all day long she sit on the tree;
And when the night comes flies he.