Summer
As summer enters this land of rivers and lakes, 
    I find myself idle in my thatched hut. 
Friendly waves that wash the shores 
    are sent only by the gentle breeze. 
This body’s coolness is also a debt 
    we owe to our great king. 
Credit
              This poem is in the public domain. The Ever White Mountain; Korean Lyrics in the Classical Sijo Form (Rutland, Vt., Tuttle, 1965).
Date Published
              01/01/1965
          