A Kid Called Dutch

Photo by Sarasea via Urban Plants (urbanplants.wordpress.com)

When we were growing up

There was a kid we called Dutch

He said that his family went back to the days of Indian trails

His people were settlers and farmed

Made a living on wheat and livestock

They suffered and sweated

Cleared ailanthus plants from the land

To maintain their bucolic lifestyle

He didn’t know what he knew from a history book

It was folklore, plain and simple

But Dutch is still here

His children growing like trees of heaven

They help him clear the weeds in the backyard

Making a life not that different from the settlers


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