The poem describes a person's morning ride on a horse named Sycamore through a forest path, enjoying the scenery and company of Sycamore. As they return, other animals join them. At the end, Sycamore comforts the person not to cry, as Sycamore will pass away in his sleep, but his memory and spirit will remain with the person as they lean against the Old Sycamore Tree.

1. Sycamore
Breathing in deeply
The fresh morning air
Watching the dew
Fall into his hair,
I rose to his side
Praising for a ride
Following the stride,
Along the broken path
Resting upon his back,
Cold among the breeze
Sat to rest beside a tree
Among the bark and leaves,
Looking down at me
The slight shake in his knees
Like the willow tree leaves,
I climbed back upon him
My grip started to soften

2. A leaf falling only every so often,
A “Bark!” from the dogs
“Meow!” from the cats
Watching me slowly
As we headed back,
A friend started to follow
Then another
Along came a foal
Silently by his mother,
Letting him go
Is hard to explain
But giving him ease
Was easy to see,
He told me not to cry
He told me not to sigh
As I looked into
His deep dark eyes,
The apples will fall
The branches will break

3. One thing is for sure
From his slumber
He shall never wake,
He still is here
Standing next to me
Leaning against
That Old Sycamore Tree.