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Poem from [Ｎｅｗ Ｏｒｌｅａｎｓ]
[Tillandsia-air plants-]
[Pontchaｒtrain crossway]
[Bald Cypress]
[Umbrella street]
[Show the big flag]
[Dumaine station]
[Police in New Orleans]
[Town of Jazz]
[Family talk]
[Tradition from Bourbon Street]
[Jazz festival]
[“Save the church street”]
[The road to Natchez]
[Vicksburg]
[Jazz festival]
[Vicksburg]
[Painting-dream comes true-]
[My style」

[Tillandsia-air plants-]
No roots in these precious plants
Not much chlorophyll in these herbaceous plants
Taking moisture among leaves Of host-plants
Through symbiotic bacteria
Potent to grow slowly And hanging over
The branches of southern trees
Flowers could not be seen
At this time of the year But invisibly surviving

[Pontchaｒtrain crossway]
The great lake Pontchantrain
Once tremendous hazard to the city of New Orleans
Overflow of water by Catalina
Wiped out the town
The longest road over the lake
Still carries so many vehicles
In and out of town At beginning
the end of the road Can not be seen

[Bald Cypress]
Above the sea level
Bald cypress grows knee
- roots of this giant tree in the
South of new continent
Swamps submerging all kinds of plants
But not bald cypress Sustains strong growth in
such harsh environments
That reason we come to see The real nature

[Umbrella Street]
Oh what a nice place to take a brake
Under the umbrella
Sitting on the chair
Drinking beer and
Chatting all days
Relief from constrains
That why people come to visit
This town

[ Ｔhe Big flag]
Memorial tower
In the campus of Louisiana state university
Flag of United States flys in the sky
Gigantic oak trees surrounding campus
Peaceful environment existing
Harsh sunshine drives students to the shade of oaks
Left over is only memorial tower Along with a big flag

[Dumaine station]
Nobody waiting a train
At this lonely station
A number of people walk through this station
But not many trains come
Looking over gigantic river side
“Dumaine station” a welcome place for visitors
Around the world

[Policeman in New Orleans]
Walking along the street
Looking for something that happened to be
Nothing more than peace
People come here for silence
Enjoyment of music and cuisine
Big policeman just take a walk As a symbol of peaceful town

[Town of Jazz]
Street of New Orleans
People got here to feel
Freedom in music
Jazz prompted us to fly
to the clear sky of
New Orleans

[Family talk]
Family talk under the oak tree
Time is free
Talk is borderless
unification in the family talk
under the old oak tree Time is a gift from God

[Tradition from Bourbon Street]
At night Sounds from street
Voices from bars People took a walk
Looking for a place to receive
Heart hearing music
From this street in New Orleans
People got tired from work, sick, troublesome,
And more Came to Bourbon Street at night

[“Save the Ｃhurch street”]
In the state of Mississippi
Small town where highway 61 runs through
People there show sign of protection saying
“Save the church street” Beautiful oak trees
along the road of street Known for many years
That is a church street Nice to slow down the car
To enjoy such conservation For generations to generations

[The road to Natchez]
Way to freedom Way to wild life
Straight to heaven Toward Natchez
Freedom from past The road to Natchez
The road from Natchez The road for freedom
For all men kinds

[Vicksburg]
A little town called Vicksburg Where civil war was ended
Historical symbol of America
A numerous memories found in
Everywhere in the town Now some season
Casino hotel and a number of churches
Welcome people

[Jazz festival]
Gospels, bluｅｓ and authentic Jazz
In the main tents, New Orlean Jazz festival
Thousands of people come from all over the world
Enjoying outside stages where simultaneous play of a day
Exaggerating sounds and local foods
Entertains guests Sitting on chars they brought
Dancing as a common custom of this festival forever

［Ｐainting-dream comes true-]
I have done nothing this week Except for drawing
Water color painting on a white paper
Filled with memory and passion Good or bad doesn’t matter
Imagination reflects all kinds of
Possible targets for a drawing
Concepts and rules no longer exist
Reality is not just a copy of objects Color added and mixed
Creating unexpected world of Painting Dream comes true

［My style］
It’s my style To do not stay on a track
Unusual manner Unexpected matter
Everything is all in same
Difference is in a manner to express
To draw to speak To show fashion
My style does not follow any of these
Hopefully free from any constrains and rules
Only God provides the world Where my style exists