Chosen 1 Print
A high-definition 11x17 print displaying the painting and poem for “Chosen 1”
Sugar Maple
I did not apologize to the young Sugar Maple
as I shoveled a circle of dirt from my front yard,
preparing to bury her roots a few feet under.
And the sapling did not complain when I packed
the earth back again, or cry when I unrolled the
water hose and soaked that circle of dirt.
For even beneath the heat of mid-July, standing
there planted in my green front yard, we both knew,
the Sugar Maple and I, only there could she be.
A high-definition 11x17 print displaying the painting and poem for “Chosen 1”
Sugar Maple
I did not apologize to the young Sugar Maple
as I shoveled a circle of dirt from my front yard,
preparing to bury her roots a few feet under.
And the sapling did not complain when I packed
the earth back again, or cry when I unrolled the
water hose and soaked that circle of dirt.
For even beneath the heat of mid-July, standing
there planted in my green front yard, we both knew,
the Sugar Maple and I, only there could she be.
A high-definition 11x17 print displaying the painting and poem for “Chosen 1”
Sugar Maple
I did not apologize to the young Sugar Maple
as I shoveled a circle of dirt from my front yard,
preparing to bury her roots a few feet under.
And the sapling did not complain when I packed
the earth back again, or cry when I unrolled the
water hose and soaked that circle of dirt.
For even beneath the heat of mid-July, standing
there planted in my green front yard, we both knew,
the Sugar Maple and I, only there could she be.