Bamboo Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

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Take

I know of nothing that grows
That is more resilient than Bamboo
Or stronger or more beautiful
We eat it we build with it we wear it
It grows on our earth with rapidity
It sings to us with the wind
It grows on our plains
And on our sheer mountain sides
It is home to a wonderland of creatures
Both large and minuscule
Its spirits protect us from danger
And it tells us stories of thebygone
Past, present and future
Bamboo, Take, whispering grass
Please talk to me till I am gone
And then beyond.