O tantalizing electric crimson
Perfect plant in this dry rhythm
What can we learn from structured bloom
We grant you space and do presume
Fair game and drama entertain
Bugs and ‘pillars and cotton stain
Smoothly plucked by flight of bird
Sun or shade you’re undeterred
Whose limbs aloft do weave and bob
Teeter-totter to weightless daub
A host to many unseen creatures
Loft holey banners of your features
Buds and leaves and flowers play host
Generous and free as the Holy Ghost
A continuous parade of blooms to devour
Rich nectar drawn as winged craft hover
Gleaned by bird and bug and mystery
Native to our ancient history
Sheltered passage of nocturnal ‘coons
Such a garden's charming boon
Distant kin to mallows marsh
Stand against this land so harsh
What is the nature of your way
That we should treasure you the day
Kiskadee, ani, grosbeak tease
Pluck critters from leaves with so much ease
But none compare with a tiny jewel
That fights for rights with death by duel
Blooms and leaves so much at hand
Serve bird and bug to beat the band
Survive the heat and sun and drought
Rule the shade with so much clout
You chortle at coming winter fear
Withdraw your bounty end of year
To bob alizarins crimson fruit
And burst with January’s new salute
How sturdy your lanky limbs aslant
Stand strong ‘gainst winter's wary grant
To once again enchant
O Turk’s Cap, you perfect plant
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