Bamboo Poem by Charles WOO

In early winter, cold wind attacked the flower railing.
Leaves fell from trees yet the bamboo was still growing.
Frost condensed at their joints with mist mooring around.
Their green trunks turned yellow near which poets were found.
Their shadows covered the road while their bodies were in use.
People ate their shoots and their clean roots made them muse.
Bamboo was proud to be the shaft of Chinese writing brush.
With it, honest official could complete cases in a rush!

From Charles Wu in Hong Kong, China.

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