Oh Balmville Tree
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1669- 2015 Newburgh, NY
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
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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