The humble Yucca, a simple plant,
Has never heard the words I can't.
Darts and rope she will provide,
And for breakfast eat her flowers fried.
Strong and sturdy and built to last,
Down through the ages, she's passed all the tests.
When lost in the desert, she's a welcome sight,
Sit in her shade, when the sun is too bright.
8/6/10 Alton Texas
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Yes indeed, wish I was under that ol' Yucca this very moment...