Cottonwood Summer Poem by jackilton peachum

Cottonwood Summer

'You may have your mighty oaks!
Go on- listen to your whispering pines,
Tend your pretty flowers--
I'll outlast them all!
I can grow anywhere, any time--
Give me an inch of your ground,
And I will bury you!
I ask nothing of you, neither food nor water,
I thrive in the drought and I rest in the cold--
Next year I'll be stronger,
My roots going deeper,
And some night I'll creep into your room,
Plant myself over you, cover you up,
Bind you to the sheets-
My branches will grow out of your heart! '