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!