Morin Khuur

　　There is a sound like the cry of a horse.

　　Actually, it comes from the Morin Khuur that the Grandfather is playing.

　　A mother camel, suffering birth pains, may reject its approaching baby.

　　That's why the Grandfather plays these sad notes on Morin Khuur strings.

　　The camel blinks its big eyes and tears roll down its face.

　　Now the baby will be cuddled by its mother.

Where the Winds Meet
written by Mi-hwa Joo
retold by Joy Cowley, illustrated by Oh Lee
ISBN 978-1-921790-49-2

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It Doesn't Interest Me at All

　　I continue to cross the grassland.

　　A woman and a young girl are working, picking up lumps of dried cattle dung.

　　People light their fires with this dung.

　　Drying cattle dung is one of my jobs but it doesn't interest me at all.

Where the Winds Meet
written by Mi-hwa Joo
retold by Joy Cowley, illustrated by Oh Lee
ISBN 978-1-921790-49-2

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Strong Wind from the North

　　I am on my to meet a child.

　　As I go over the hills, I stroke the grass and tickle the nose of a man resting beside his flock of woolly sheep.

　　The man sneezes and lifts his face to feel where I am coming from.

　　He says, "There will be a strong wind from the north tonight."

Where the Winds Meet
written by Mi-hwa Joo
retold by Joy Cowley, illustrated by Oh Lee
ISBN 978-1-921790-49-2

read more»