Poetry Monday :: Bamboo

Well it was to easy a solution, just repeating an old poem. I had to write about bamboo. Not much, not very intelligent, but here it is.

And while I was at it I wrote about our unusual weather. We're treated to a spell of cold, clear days very windy, but very beautiful. It snowed some days ago, it's almost gone now, but the prognosis for more snow is good. I hold my thumbs!


Bamboo
For sure bamboo is not for me,
I am no panda as you see
I am an owl, so feed me mice,
but made of sugar - that's my vice.


Winter cold
All the snowing that snows
and the cold winds that blows
make us shiver and freeze,
make us huddle and sneeze.

But it's bright and it's gay,
sunlight just like in May.

We go sliding along
- it is fun, can't be wrong -
frozen laundry we fly
stiff against pale blue sky.

Yes its bright and it's fun
snow reflecting the sun.

I hope winter will bring
even more snowy thing,
cause the snow doesn't grow
when the coldest winds blow.

When it's cold I have heard
sublimate is the word.

So I look at the skies
brigth and clear to my eyes
and enjoy what I see,
even more snow for me.

Cause it's bright an it's fun
when we have snow AND sun.

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*) Sublimate means to go from solid state to gas without passing through the liquid phase.