the
brown tall
statuesque
the
one that seems to
grow
everywhere
and
everyplace
your
land is beautiful
and
great
your
empire stretches
from
Pennsylvania in
the
east to Georgia
in
the south stretching
forth
its hand
to
kiss the great
Mississippi
River
the
boundary in the
west
your power
giving
way
to
the arms of the
great
plains
its
fields of wheat
and
corn
O
brown champion
of
love and life
you
stand before
us
all
O
Sycamore
where
are you
your
bark felt
so
good between
my
small fingers
every
eight year
old
has felt its
tantalizing
brittleness
your
brown bark
your
luscious greenish
brown
skin
with
bits of yellow
exposed
to the sun
the
tall branches
whose
flesh is so
desired
can
tell so many
tales
of
redcoat
victory
at
the battle of
Germantown
of
blue and white
coats
victories
at
Yorktown
perhaps
General Rochambeau
rested
his back upon
you
surely
General Washington
measured
you
certainly,
Solomon Northup
used
his arms
in
labor
upon
you
O
Sycamore
the
true westerner
Platanus
Occidentalis
you
reside among
us
you
are our true
backbone
without
you
we
cannot stand
O
Sycamore
wide
enough to
live
in the hallow
large
enough
to
walk around
to
take some
time
in measuring
3ft
for some
5ft
for others
10,
20 or more
in
diameter.
wood
for the plenty
furniture
chopping
blocks
for
meat and poultry
the
things we live upon
the
things we need.
reforesting
replanting
the
need for both humanity and plant
and
the oxygen
we
breathe
you
fill the blue
sky
with the substance
of
life and love
you
fill the blue
sky
with hope
and
desire
5/21/2021
