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Sycamores
after all,
sycamores shed leaves
in the fall,
standing tall
revealing its bare branches
awaiting first snow
gathering
large sycamore seeds
in autumn
is a pain
burying the grass alive
in prickly texture
frightening
stark ghost-like branches
sycamores
playing dead
all through the dreary winter
returning next spring
fully leaved
in big hand-like fronds
bringing shade,
sycamores
are spring and summer delights
squirrels love them, too
FINALIST
"Poem in the Style of E E Cummings" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, November 7, 2022
Written September 2, 2022
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November 8, 2022
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L Milton Hankins
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