巴山童話

                                江畔

                                斜陽里

                                楚子的風笛

                                悠悠響起

                                南飛的大雁

                                在縴夫黝黑的肩頭

                                呢喃

                                一聲嘆息    淹沒 

                                在黑色的淤泥里

                                只是

                                那雙任性的眼

                                依然

                                如多情的海燕

                                守望    遠處

                                破浪而來的白帆

                                可是

                                那隻長長的風笛

                                吹不去

                                鄉愁一點

                                那粼粼的江水

                                帶不走

                                遊子的思念

                                就讓巴山的童話

                                在我貧瘠的後院

                                上演

                                一幕一幕

                                從今晚開始

                                (9/1/08)