Poems & lyrics celebrating Kansas Flint Hills land & people by Annie Wilson – the “Flint Hills Balladeer”
To the Sycamore Tree Come walkin’ with me to the Sycamore tree That grows by the creek water bend. That kindly old tree’s such a comfort to me, And she listens just like an old friend.
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