The Saguaro

I am a giant, great.

I get real old, it’s true.

With spines you will hate,

to have sticking into you.

I have big fleshy white flowers,

Pollinated at night.

By bats with the power,

to see without light.

My fruits are made into jelly?

they get big and red.

Sweet in your belly

delicious it is said.

To pick them, you need a pole,

to reach up so high.

On my top they grow,

closer to the sky.

Some of us were young,

and were alive at the time,

that America was begun,

and the Declaration signed.

A saguaro cactus I am called.

a forest is the group we form.

We all stand tall,

in the desert warm.