Poem 25 of 230: UBUD
At Bali’s Ubud,
I wound myself down:
Having done Asia,
It was just the town -
Before Australia
And work to be found.
Staying in a hut
(Traditional ‘twas),
Beside rice paddies,
And just eight dollars,
My mind was at ease -
Calm like a scholar’s.
I read and I mused
Over where I’d been;
Saw Monkey Jungle,
Which is cool and green;
And, from a bundle,
Chose an artist’s scene.
At night, a gecko -
Friendly, on the wall;
By day, a farmer -
At his rice-toil;
And, always, culture -
Ubud’s worth a call.
(C) David Franks 2003
At Bali’s Ubud,
I wound myself down:
Having done Asia,
It was just the town -
Before Australia
And work to be found.
Staying in a hut
(Traditional ‘twas),
Beside rice paddies,
And just eight dollars,
My mind was at ease -
Calm like a scholar’s.
I read and I mused
Over where I’d been;
Saw Monkey Jungle,
Which is cool and green;
And, from a bundle,
Chose an artist’s scene.
At night, a gecko -
Friendly, on the wall;
By day, a farmer -
At his rice-toil;
And, always, culture -
Ubud’s worth a call.
(C) David Franks 2003
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| View From my 2023 Ubud abode; 9/11/23 |
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| Monkey Jungle/Forest, Ubud; 10/11/2023 |
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| "Artist's scene" from 1989 visit |
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| Balinese chopstick-case carving |
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| At night, a gecko in Ubud, Bali; 8/11/2023 |
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| By day, an Ubud rice-farmer; 9/11/2023 |
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| At cultural Ananda Resort, Ubud; 8/11/23 |
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| Garudas, etc., at Ubud's Neka Art Museum; Bali; 9/11/2023 |
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| Legong & Barong Dance, performed at Ubud Palace, Bali; 10/11/2023 |
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