巴山童话

                                江畔

                                斜阳里

                                楚子的风笛

                                悠悠响起

                                南飞的大雁

                                在纤夫黝黑的肩头

                                呢喃

                                一声叹息    淹没 

                                在黑色的淤泥里

                                只是

                                那双任性的眼

                                依然

                                如多情的海燕

                                守望    远处

                                破浪而来的白帆

                                可是

                                那支长长的风笛

                                吹不去

                                乡愁一点

                                那粼粼的江水

                                带不走

                                游子的思念

                                就让巴山的童话

                                在我贫瘠的后院

                                上演

                                一幕一幕

                                从今晚开始

                                (9/1/08)