My old barn house

I will arise and go now, and go back to my old barn house

And a few small rooms build there, decorated with my childhood memory

A little farm will I have there, next to the hard rock pond,

And live with my loves in the wide, peaceful hill.

And I shall have some freedom there, for freedom comes from wild wind,

Blowing from all directions, hug me and take away all my troubles and hatred;

There morning is bright and fresh,

And evening full of god's gifts and rainbow sunset.

I will arise and go now, for always days and months,

I hear lake water running through rivers and slap on the rocks;

While I stand by my house, or next to my farm,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

(modeled after "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats)