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Poem of the Week Where the Black Walnut Grow R. McManes (Mac) Down where the black walnut grow Tall and straight like feathered arrows Thrust deep in juglone rich ground Amidst droppings of common sparrow Where tomatoes never flower and grow In the poisoned shadows drippings Nor within the circle of its roots Stretched forth like fingers gripping Down where the black walnut grow No blackberry or blueberry vines live To spread beneath the jealous canopy For black walnut trees never forgive Where not even potatoes may grow The rainwater dripping from the leaves Forming a toxic mixture of juglone tea And a thirsty slope is left behind to bereave Down where the black walnut grow |
