Nameless towns along the railroad 

 full of nameless souls

 Existing to me   only in my prose

  they flick past my vision           gone

 before a thought can fully form

Two birds in a field  flutter and flit

  playing a game of "tag - you're it"

Streams full of energy

 rushing to where they know they're meant to be 

Abandoned railroad ties

  their destinies never realized 

Trees stand forlornly

 hoping that "someone will notice me"

Occasionally we pass a car

  it's Sunday so traffic is sparse

Between the towns  - endless cultivation 

 greenhouses and fields full of vegetation 

And yes  - a festival being set up

  for Koreans love to gather together 

 to play and drink and sup

And another sight abounds  -

  unique Korean cemeteries where the 

  dead are buried in mounds

Every valley has a structure or a path

  Koreans love to get outdoors

to hike, picnic and plant

These words of mine 

  will never be read by anyone butvme  -

still I write them, joyfully