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Title: Southern Sycamore Post by: Ras Rebel on July 27, 2008, 04:08:14 PM Roots strong from Winter snows Timeless blows of Autumn winds Strip her limbs; Expose her soul to Winter cold. Spring buds restore her beauty Summer sun warms her soul But in the distance Autumn winds hint of change. Gazing at Georgia plains Her wooden eyes have witnessed a million lives Seen vibrant villages consumed by metropolis She tells of brokered treaties and broken peace wails war cries of fallen chiefs. She belts ‘strange fruit blues’ Of branches bruised by burnt black bodies that dangled in despair. Tales of terror. Watched them tear and uproot ancestral groves Her branches blew fury But found no wind to bear her wrath Southern Sycamore finds solace in Autumn’s laugh His breath brings promise She ponders…prays… Perhaps this Winter will be cold. Perhaps a deep freeze will blanket then wash away The school houses, the churches, and paved roads Perhaps Earth will be as above Then Spring will come. by Ras Rebel |