Bluegrass And Bamboo


This parallax I've rendered
seems to forever grow.
Grow the wild bamboo.

It took us a decade
to take back our yard.
It took passion, labor and time.

Now spreads the bluegrass,
the beautiful bluegrass,
so soft and cool to the touch.

But still, over there
In the corner of our yard,
A small patch of Bamboo still grows.

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