I lay next to the Silent Valley,
watching tourists pass by
listening as the Fraser sisters rolled down a hill.

We put flowers in our hair
and sang as we were climbing on a wall made of
stones of various shapes.

We drove from Banbridge to Newcastle,
the coast glowed in the dark,
as I gazed over the Irish Sea.

I wrote their names in Chinese.
Faces lit up as they were reading
their names in alien characters.

Six thousand miles away now,
the stones, the characters, and my smile
are still there.