Skyroad To Sichuan Poem by Liza Sud

The road's like in fantasy movies:
Goes right through the mountains
A spiral tunnel cuts through them
Like way to clouds from dreams.

In ten minutes they are coming
To Sichuan province - sweep,
The quality is so high there -
The Jaguar can be quick.

For three billions of dollars
The guarantee - forty years,
The road has become so cosy,
Not thousands of miles to skid.

Such super acceleration
Has added to GDP
Huge two percent elevation,
that others see in a dream!

The viaducts near the high peaks,
And bridges through mountain gorge,
And I am not overkillind:
The Golden hands of the gods!