I really love the tree called a palm,

From it I think comes a lip balm,

The only tree to survive after Agent Orange,

In those bad old years during Vietnam…

I guess because I never do of them see,

They are in southern states nearer the sea,

Places I have hardly ever gone,

The closest I’ve gotten is while laying & fantasizing on my lawn…

I know they wouldn’t grow here,

Of the snow & cold they would have a fear,

I have no green thumb, in fact its damn near black,

I wouldn’t be able to grow grass unless it grew on its own,

Of growing anything my abilities surely do slack…

© ed - 4/17/10