Cinnamon
by GlynnBurridge
It seems cinnamon has always been
Scented trees among the panoply
Lending the air sweet perfume
Rolling down green hillsides
Towards a sapphire sea
The treasure of another time
When spices, like gold,
Were sought throughout the world
And men climbed mountains to strip the bark
To garnish a cake…in England
Today cinnamon is still here
Straight trees among the panoply
Still a treasure, in new ways
With roots in old plantation days
When life was simple and Seychelles-slow
And cinnamon was all you had to grow
