Acer Saccharum
With naught but oak and cedar here
I long for you, my maple dear
A welcome sight at edge of glade
with lofty height providing shade
As gentle hues absorbing light
meet autumn colors oh so bright
But greatest of your many treats
is amber sap that runs so sweet
This poem is my response to Poetics – Exploring the genre of Panegyric Poetry (Come dip your toes in), the prompt form Sanaa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a panegyric poem, or poem of effusive praise.
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Gorgeousness begins here 😀 sigh .. I so love; “lofty height providing shade
as gentle hues absorbing light meet autumn colors oh so bright,” I am quite enjoying the season here. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. 💝💝
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😀 Thank you, Sanaa.
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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OMG luv this immensly. Wish i had written this
Much💜love
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Thank you, Gillena. ❤
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a poem as lovely as a tree…(K)
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Now there’s a poem I think every grade-schooler I knew had memorized.
Thank you. 🙂
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Certainly back in our day.
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A delightful read of that divine maple sap, so sweet.
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Thank you.
Believe it or not, in some parts of the state of Missouri maples are considered to be invasive, due to crowding out oak which has historically been the state’s timber industry.
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Oh the beautiful Acer and its colors. I loved this Ken ☺️💕
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😀 Thank you, Christine.
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How can you live without acers?
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I know, right?!
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I can’t imagine not having them around…
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Acers are turning here now. They are beautiful trees, wonderfully captured here.
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That they are. Thank you.
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applause
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🙏
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There are so many simple things in our lives to praise! Thank you for reminding us with this perfectly balanced rhyme.
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Thank you. 😀
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Sugar maples don’t grow where I live either. Dang. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you. When I see an occasional maple here, it’s like a burst of color in the dull red and brown of autumn oaks. The best that hickory can do is a dirty yellow, so they’re just mild relief.
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Lol. We have Japanese maples here which turn red, and like you, lots of yellow.
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I love it… and now I would like to have some pancakes with that sweet sap.
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Mmmm. 😀 Thank you.
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This is just lovely!
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Thank you, Betty. 🙂
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Simple joys of life that we take for granted! Your tribute is humbling.
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Thank you.
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In praise of the Maple … how beautifully unique.
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🙂 Thank you.
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A paean of praise to the maple! I love the flow of this as much as you love the flow of its “amber sap.”
pax,
dora
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Thank you, Dora. 😀
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Trees deserve all the effusive praise we can bestow upon them. You did just that.
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Thank you.
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I like this poem. I don’t even like maple syrup, and I felt you really captured the beauty of the maple tree
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Thank you. The few maples we have here add a spark of color to the predominant, dull oaks.
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