Master Woo Myung Poem – Cattle
Even the young cowboy who feeds his cattle
has become so worn by the city and its civilization
that he cannot find his cattle.
He says he tends to them
when in fact he does not know what cattle are.
The cowboys of the old days were good at finding cattle,
but they have long since passed away.
It is only by stories
handed down through the generations
that the key to searching out cattle remains.
One can find cattle
but only if he has seen them.
Cheeky bulls just sit quietly and calmly,
eyeing those who search them out with pity.
Those bulls do not care whether or not
they are being sought after
but just remain as they are.
Whether he stands in green pastures
or at the edge of a field,
the one who is good at finding cattle
holds the reins tightly in his hands.
-Woo Myung-
