My Friend Sandy.. Poem by Kong Vang

A comrade that does not walk straight...
Facing straight...

A comrade that turns to see sapphire sky...
Emerald grass...

Is my comrade Sandy...

Sandy, you will forever be my friend on the graceful tree...

Flowers might fall off this tree...

However, the branches will forever hold our friend ship...

Thinking of old times
I weep on the morning dew...

Thinking of the past
I laugh with solitude...

Sandy my comrade...
As lovely as the white crane...
That stands beside a stream...
Thanks for the gallant friendship...

Sandy my friend...
As kind as the bee...
That stinks no rose...
Thanks for the graceful youth...

Remembering pass death is your comrade Kong...
Laughing forever with you is your friend Kong...