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Oh, Balmville Tree, you were cut down.
So many years, you spread your gown
of limbs and branches that reached high
so large and stately neath our sky...
but doomed unsafe before our town.

Three hundred, sixteen years with crown...
a cottonwood of great renown;
George Washington near you rode by.
Oh, Balmville Tree.

Today, our sadness we can drown
in this new park, your stump, worn brown,
beset with benches, flowers nigh
in homage to your life's goodbye.
Yet on your stump, new leafy 'down'!
Oh, Balmville Tree.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Give Me A Rondeau
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Judged: 11/20/2017

~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Best Rondeau Poem
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 07/14/2016

Note: "It is a Methuselah among trees, a gnarled and furrowed 
Cottonwood that has lived four times as long as its kind was 
meant to live.  George Washington rode past it on the way 
to his Newburgh, New York headquarters..." NY Times, 09/20/2015

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