A. Ryeter Poet Rhyme

Platanus Occidentalis

Bessie, Honey, and Lee
Three old sycamore trees
Along a river with the one
The only man who hadn't run
The women were ate,
The men died late

But now at one hundred
He was the only one unhunted
Bessie, Honey, and Lee
His only sources of glee
They kept him company
As good as they could be

He stroked them, kissed them
Imagined they were real
He reached out for her hem
But that he couldn't feel

He cuddled them, loved them
They were his
Until one day
He saw a crow, not a liz

Lighting struck Bessie dear
Oh, no! Oh, no! The end is near!
He tried to keep her
Water her and clean her
But then she died
To his surprise

Devastated, he loved Honey and Lee
But Lee became a fungus tree
He tried so hard to make her live
He couldn't, but he tried, he did

Honey was left
Honey so dear
Until Honey
Gave her last cheer

The man was in pain 
With no love and refrain
He curled up with Honey

And he was gone.

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