Walk with me

Where the wind touches our hair

Bamboo bends

The moon hangs low waiting for darkness

A silver disc on a black mountain

Dark thoughts in the silver light

Tickle me, tickle me

And I’ll laugh it all away

The wind screams

Leaves fall

Raindrops on the green lawn

Let me cool my feet

With cold water from the garden hose.

6 thoughts on “Bamboo Bends

  1. Thank you so much Deana. I am glad you like it. I found it yesterday in an old notebook. I am not sure when I wrote it…but it had to be more than five years ago. It was a surprise to me…I found a few others with it!

    Tom

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