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Musings
Emmah, Age 8, Vancouver, BC

The bamboo bushes
grow all around me
swaying gently
like a sea green forest.

Paths lead off
in divergent directions
beckoning me to follow
and see where they lead.

To and fro wasps fly
entering and leaving their nest
gathering up necessities
for the long winter ahead.

Trees stretch tall
above my bamboo forest.
Beneath my feet
fallen bamboo leaves lie,
old, withered and dead.

I feel like
a small musk deer
peeking shyly
out from a bamboo forest.

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