Ode to the Buckeye tree
Oh Appalachian Buckeye Tree,
towering O’er rooftops on your street
your shadow cools all beneath your boughs
in the scorching summer heat.
Clusters of white blossoms are the beautiful
beginnings of your autumnal fruit,
mahogany colored buckeyes,
feed the night scavengers, become the seeds
for the next generation of your kind.
Like the other giants waving branches of greenery,
you add oxygen to heavily polluted air,
drink up excess rainfall to prevent flooding.
Highly manicured developments have
ceased to include all seed dropping trees
in the name of neatness, Buckeye, Catalpa,
and Sycamore trees are living fossils of our past.