Storm King

The other day, I asked one of my classes to try writing a lǜshī, a type of Chinese formal poem. It’s a new form to me, so I thought I should give it a try. Here’s what I came up with.

Returning to my home

In view of the granite dome

Of Storm King mountain.

This sight has been fountain

Of my memories:

The bare crest, the clinging trees,

Backdrop to a distant youth

Lived against its stony truth

Storm King Mountain (New York) - Wikipedia