Long Time Passing by Bob MacKenzie The dragon is a cherry tree; The damsel in its knotted arms Protected by the silver knight, The cherry dies by battle axe. And there they saint this chopper George; But where he slept the cherry grows And when he died, a cherry cross, A cherry cross he carried then. His mast was square when he was young; But fire has burned his crossbrace thin And bent the ends to arrogance, And where have all the cherries gone? published: The Tower, 1971 The Lunatic Fringe, Autumn 1972 Pine's the Canadian Tree [anthology], 1974 |