Sycamore Tree Date: Monday, 10th March 2014 @ 02:56:29 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Invierno Down by the sycamore tree Close by the waterin' stream far away as childhood dreams, oh, how the memories come. I remember how we used to run that German Shepard sure wanted some Down by the sycamore tree, my god we had some fun. That time was forty years ago, longer than some lives I know 'fore booze n' pills n' bags of blow brought the fun to an end. Well, I drove by the other day tree sure as hell is there to stay n' kids were out there hard at play not knowin' what's to come One'll die of an overdose, another'll end comatose that handsome one will lose his soul If they knew they’d hold these times so close, the way I never did, the way I never did. Down by the sycamore tree Close by the waterin' stream far away as childhood dreams, oh, how the memories come. This poem is Copyright © Invierno Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=177923