Sycamore Tree Dandy Poem by Justin Ashford

Talent In Droves
Sacred Like Oil From The Olive Groves
Electric Warrior Take Ones Skill
Brigid Like, Towards The Tree Over The Hill
Feather Boas So He Could Show Us
Style And Grace, Cross Legged With Guitar, Glittered Face
Like The Swan On The Lake
Excellence And Purity, Make No Mistake
The Warlock Of Love, Climb The Tree Of Life
For A Clearer View Of Jesus
Look Through The Maple Leaves And Be Free
Sycamore Tree Dandy