(To those who read, write, and speak Mandarin, this computer does not allow me to place accent marks over the proper letters—what’s a white girl in Texas to do.)
Yi han (sorry).
The 2008 Summer Olympics are over.
Americans bring home the Gold.
And China leaves its mark on the world.
In a big Beijing way.
As Edgar Cayce predicted:
China, a sleeping giant, would one day awake and be an ally of the United States.
We better hope so.
If you watched the Olympics Opening Ceremony, you saw a zillion Chinese people performing in synchronization.
Blending in with one another.
Forming a whole.
In the name of Harmony.
And aren’t we glad.
Better than 2,008 guns with orders to shoot to kill.
Still, it gives one pause for thought.
One million Chinese volunteers helped bring the event to fruition.
That’s 1,000,000 people.
A mass of masses like that in the wrong hands could be a real mess.
Let’s hope “he sheng” prevails for the next century.
The Closing Ceremony equally dazzled the eye.
And boggled the mind.
Who better than the Chinese to shoot off fireworks.
After all, they invented them.
Some fireworks formed the five Olympic rings, intertwined.
Down below, a zillion Chinese moved en masse like one massive dragon.
After all, they’re the New World.
Better dig out my chopsticks.
Bows and thank yous.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.