The bamboo patch

this was my place of solitude
under the bamboo trees

i was a teen then....now the panther roams my scent

the only place for peace then were under the bamboo trees

i would spread some papers and lay there for hours in life

to listen to their leaves as they whisper never ending mysteries

i sometimes thought they knew i was there

but it was the kind wind blowing all its serenity to my Soul

i would listen to the friction of the bamboo trunks like a love affaire .....of a rhythm of some Madi Gras.....a carnival in their bamboo's life

then the brown doves.....will sometimes join like to say greetings.....but i can't stay.....got to go and fly away

the bamboo patch was a part of me......my tree house of magical sounds

now my panther has taken my trail so needed 

so much to tell.....so much