Venersborg  

I was well fellated, in a vision,
by a comely redhead hamadryad
who manumitted at Olympiad
o'er a charioteering elision.

She was always a go to care for wood,
as a proper hamadryad will do,
and nurtured it tenderly and true
to garner all of the sap that she could.

Her spirit tree was Pacific Post Oak
where she beheld its girth, above a beach,
with something like an imperial reach
for viscid resins which threatened to choke...
save for her spirited harvest technique
of storing surplus...in each bonny cheek:)