The Chinaman and the Bamboo Tree (standard:poetry, 199 words)
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Wishes do come true!

The Chinaman and the Bamboo Tree 

by Joan Reese 

I wish. I wish. For a Bamboo Tree. I create hundreds of Bamboo Trees on
rice paper. 

Chinese black ink, makes five shades. Green and gold watercolor bring
the leaves to life. 

I wish. I wish. For a Bamboo Tree To look and see, everyday, beautiful
bamboo tree. 

Passing Chinatown Park, I stop and watch Old Chinaman loving his plot of
land. 

His prize; six foot tall Bamboo swaying in the wind Outgrew his little
garden. 

Toothless Chinaman smiled, pointing to Bamboo tree. “You want?” My
beaming smile the answer. 

With small shovel; all his might Pulled Bamboo from its earthy embrace. 

People gathered to watch the Chinaman. Proud was he, when he presented
the tree to me. 

My wish granted by the Chinaman and his Bamboo tree. His gift: too heavy
for me to budge. 

He lifted one finger, motioning me to wait. Disappearing behind an iron
gate. 

Rolling out a  hand-truck, placing in it the Bamboo Tree His gift to me
was complete. 

I offered him money. He fanned my hand away. 

My wish was granted for a Bamboo Tree. To look and see, everyday,
beautiful bamboo tree. 


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