I painted my "Lonely Cypress"
and wrote this poem because,
although I do no have a genuine
talent in either art or poetry, I was inspired
by our guests, painter Joe Palmario and poet
Anne Sullivan, who were both so taken by the
Everglades. I admire their love of this land, because I too feel
the same. I wanted to try something different in order to express my
Lonely Cypress Standing alone in a river of grass, Surrounded by roaring sawgrass of gold, The spike rush sings as the wind hurries past, And you stand tall swaying softly yet bold. The golden rays caress your tender bark, And sweet drops of dew lay on your fingers; Yet even at night when the sky is dark, Your beauty does not ever fade, it lingers. And as the garrulous wind passes by, And the great white egret sits by your bough, Your slender leaves wilt as if you will die; But through time you will abide as you are now. O, lovely,lonely cypress, dry your tears, None will rob your beauty, not even years.