When this world does a number on me…….you will find me down by the Sycamore Tree ……

through the years I’ve spent many hours there and it’s always been there for me…….my oldest friend, the Sycamore Tree……

A few years ago the river flooded the creek and I was afraid I would lose my tree…… but it held on and it really amazed me…….

I got as close as I could and I sang it our song and I like to think it helped it hang on…..

“ you and I where destined to be friends…… I asked your permission and you invited me in…..we have shared birthdays…….hard days and the death of kin…… but you have always sheltered me from the rain and the wind…… when the weather permits you invite me to stay…. I hang a hammock and we talk until I fade away……. Awake to the sounds of the animals that love you like me…… you are amazing…..my Sycamore Tree…”

my Sycamore Tree

ttucro/ arborist