From A Tree Poem by Gary Hembree

From a great tree is where I was born.
I knew in my roots id be useful.
So when I was cut down and reshaped.
I became what I always thought id be.
For a whole country I was a tool.
And then came metal.
From the West.
Some took me out of their lives.
While others called my replace a savage.
But I know in my roots.
Which is a decade of work.
That if you master me.
You can pick up anything.
Your friend chopsticks