I was born and grown up inland. So I wanted to see the sea too much. In the first summer when I begen to work as a teacher, I stayed in a house on the beach for a month. The barley field reminds me of the sea view I saw at that time.I think it is interesting to draw the landscape of the first summer barley field in this cold winter.

Barley field

Blue waves crawling
early summer in the south sea.
Blue wind dancing
dreaming of the waves
with the soul of the sea
on the barey field.
I can hear your whistling
riding the wave of blue hope.
Dreaming of the sea
you become the sea
in your dreams.
In the wings of white waves
of the landed sea
as a hide and seek
waterfowls appear and not
repeatedly like in the sea.
I can also hear
the skylarks' songs
whispering of hope to ripe
different to sea gulls' squawk