Author Peter H. Lee Do not boast of your speed, O blue-green stream running by the hills: Once you have reached the wide ocean, you can return no more. Why not stay here and rest, when Bright Moon fills the empty hills? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments