One day while I was walking
In the Jungle of Bamboo
I came across an old man
Sitting on a mat, in the shade
He spoke a tongue, old and forgotten
Words never before spoken
I sat and heard, all that was spoken
In the Jungle of Bamboo
Soon night came and past
And the old man spoke evermore
When the sun came up
Over the Jungle of Bamboo
Life past from the old man's soul
And in a moment of silence
There was no more spoken
In The Jungle of Bamboo


By me on 2/10/1983, during a dark and yet creative time in my life.

NICE

Nice poem .