Look under the crimson sumach yonder, there in the bit of brown grass, with the purple asters hanging over, and you will find his form, where he has been sitting all the morning and where he watched you all the way up the hill.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
The vineyards on either side of the road were hung with purple clusters, the maples were giving the first hints of their autumn colouring; the sumach was already flaming.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Robert Robin perched on a sumach limb, and straightened his feathers, then he sat up very much as if he were about to sing, and said: "I have brought you to this side of the woods to tell you the story of the Great White Bear, and the Little Gray Mouse, because it was in this very spot that my father told me the same story, and it was in this same place that his father told the story to him, and no one knows how many, many years the family has gathered here by the big stone, to listen to this same story of the Great White Bear and the Little Gray Mouse.
"Exciting Adventures of Mister Robert Robin"
Ben Field