Sugar Maple Home

To be left bare to all rhyme and most reason From gnarled wounds of sweet nectar eaten A Mother whom suckled life, now weakened Still they come in glee, lapping there the given In her bloomed bouquet of chronomantic hues She was resplendent as she captivated views Coyly she stripped away at her prophetic news Fall has come to hibernate into his nestled snooze Thirteen points stretch from Sea to Shining Sea Proudly branching Freedom to stand Tall for Thee Blend into her blanket of Oz piled high to your knee How warm it is to hug intently OUR Sugar Maple Tree