Featured Poem: The Grand Dames


By Donna Puglisi
Cape Canaveral Branch


Towering ladies with withered arms stretch toward the sky,

wearing tattered remnants of summer and fall.


Long outstretched fingers dangle feathered moss, like boas

adorning old veined necks.


These are the old ones,

  the regal ladies,

Grand Dames, revered trees of the South.


Bending to reach each other in windy conversations,

embracing across dusty roads,

they ache with weariness of ages, still dressed in mossy glory,

flaunting feathered hats of leaves;

proudly standing for show,

speaking to those who will look and listen

to stories of years past,


Our beautiful Grand Dames of the South!





  1. Janet Clare Fagal says:

    You take me to Savannah, Georgia and in my mind to Beaufort, SC. I am a huge Pat Conroy fan. There is so much to learn from all kinds of grand dames. I love the architecture, the coastal land, southern writers, yet detest the problems inherent in so much of those times. I love “withered arms” and “tattered remnants”; I could see these Grand Dames in conversation with their mossy wraps flapping about. A lovely poem.

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