Under the Sugar Maple Tree

Come with me to the Chesapeake. Lived across the watershed. Can you hear

the flowing streams? Can you picture falling leaves with canopies of green and red?

My house was old, bones made of sticks and stones, and the roof

just opened to the sky. Paint stripped away, but her beauty

remained. She was my angel in disguise. Gonna save you a seat next

to me under the sugar maple tree. One windy day you sailed my

way, peeking through the hickory and the pine and

dressed with wings, we sowed our seeds and built a family