A ballad style poem based on threes—three stanzas of three lines each with three times three syllables to the line.
I took the path down to the water,
Along the bank where kingcups cluster,
To say goodbye to my young daughter.
She took the boat at dawn’s first breaking
To cross the sea where life is softer,
Just as the morning star was waking.
I could not bear to see her leaving,
A smile to keep, my last gift to her,
Only the lake will see my grieving.