When the drone of the school day <br />Became a terrible bore, <br />The best of friends would hang out <br />For a moment under the old sycamore. <br /> <br />A few girls would carve initials <br />Of all the boys that they adore <br />Into the bark under the cover of dark <br />For a moment under the old sycamore. <br /> <br />The bad kids would talk about their day <br />And all the teachers they would ignore, <br />Planning their next skip or prank <br />For a moment under the old sycamore. <br /> <br />On Valentine’s Day, you could find <br />That there would be a candy store <br />For kids to buy last minute chocolates <br />For a moment under the old sycamore. <br /> <br />When waiting for a ride home, <br />A few kids would nap and snore <br />And dream of how tomorrow would be <br />For a moment under the old sycamore. <br /> <br />Sadly, it was the tree’s time to fall: <br />It broke, falling to the stone floor <br />We stood in remembrance and silence <br />For a moment under the old sycamore.<br /><br />Dyhanara Rios<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-of-the-sycamore-tree/
