As I scrolled down my works for a visit, I passed this poem of mine that I wrote two years ago and read it over.
I came to realize that although the bridge was built with bamboo materials it has served its purpose appropriately well.
I was certain that bridges are of help to people to move around and it couldn’t be denied that it has served the community in many ways. Credit goes to the BAMBOO and its builders.
Here’s the poem.
by : Bacardi Gold
23/jul/2020
. image by : ramsey tendero
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a bridge stretched and where to end
i know not where the point to bend
ignored the weights the hold to carry
enough heavy loads to be called a mighty
.
an ace done in sturdy bamboo finished
art form though rough spots were not wished
life guaranteed and survived to last
the anger of the sun, rain and dust
.
suffered the injury the hurt it endured
being stepped upon the safety was ensured
more ways than one the manner you’ve crossed
created a shake boldness in you withdrawn
.
unmindful as you walked when you saw the bend
sad turn of events at times had to end
lives were down bitter times should not extend
like a bamboo bridge strong to be a friend
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