The American Sycamore

While cleaning out my hard drive I found this poem I had written years ago tucked away. It has a nice beat to it - it might go nicely to music.

they sat gazing at the stars, entwined 

sycamore tree, sycamore tree 

searching for their fates divined 

sycamore tree, sycamore tree 

she gazed up through her eyelashes 

sycamore tree, sycamore tree 

their little fire dead to ashes 

sycamore tree, sycamore tree 

he grinned, green eyes smiling 

sycamore tree, sycamore tree 

they spent their time away-awhiling

sycamore tree sycamore tree

now they gazed into each other’s eyes 

sycamore tree, sycamore tree 

their love knew no bounds, knew no size 

 

and then one cloudy afternoon 

he knelt down before her on one knee 

hoping against hope it wasn’t too soon 

and said, ‘darling will you marry me?’ 

while they sat beneath the sycamore tree.

The End

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