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OctPoWriMo2019 Day 13 — The Sycamores of Sweet Street

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Lovingly I see the sycamores of Sweet Street
They flow along as kin to build a canopy
Mottled skins and royal crowns, side to side and down
Who could be beneath their boughs and consider frowns?
Along the blocks we stroll, in perfect shade are we.

Looking up are jewels of light between the leaves
Sparkling bright as patterns, soft grey skin with weaves
Autumn brings their seed pods, dear dangling prickly rounds
The sycamores of Sweet Street

The trees have been here. So have we. As we shall be.
Peace on Earth we share our space as we live and breathe
Ecosystems network expanding life abounds
Thriving under heaven’s grace, sunshine, and the clouds
Sacred trees give blessings. Protect them and be free.
The sycamores of Sweet Street

Morgan Dragonwillow (with today’s co-host, Punam) is the host of OctPoWriMo.  Punam says:

Today’s Prompt: Hugging a Tree
The Bishnois of India are known to be one of the earliest tree huggers. In 1730, 363 Bishnois were killed while trying to peacefully protect a grove of Khejri trees in the village of Khejarli. This was also a precursor to the 20th century Chipko movement.

Recent studies have proved that trees provide health benefits.Hugging a tree increases levels of oxytocin, which is responsible for feelings of love, bonding  and well-being.

Have you been to a park or a forest lately? Did you notice the trees there? Do you know the names of the trees lining your street? And have you ever hugged a tree?
Which is your favourite tree memory?

Word Prompts:

Suggested Poetry Form: Rondeau


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There is an actual Sweet Street lined with sycamore trees.
The metrical feet are off on this, so I will have to come back later and tweak…

14 thoughts on “OctPoWriMo2019 Day 13 — The Sycamores of Sweet Street

  1. We have a similar street here, lined with tall maples and elms. Sadly an early winter storm last week took down limbs all over our city. So, your lovely poem reminds me of all the times we’ve walked underneath this beauty — without realizing how fragile these trees are. Perhaps like us.

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