~~~p r e s e n t s:~~~










The tree under which you first kissed me
Is glowing in orange & bright red, I see.
Over fifty years it's shaded our home...
Welcomed us back from where ever we'd roam.


It held the tree swing on which our kids played.
Beneath it we sat & enjoyed lemonade.
We piled her leaves in piles ever so high,
Then lying on our backs we'd watch the sky.


Songbirds built their nests & there raised their young...
Taught them to fly high while their songs were sung.
The nuthatch would store his seeds in the bark
And the crows nested there just before dark.


Her new leaves would come, all tender & green...
Bursting forth after a snow covered scene.
By mid-summer her leaves were all full grown,
And during thunder storms her limbs would moan.


In winter the twigs would crackle & snap.
In Spring for maple syrup we would tap.
She's given us pleasures few can see...
We love that old tree, yes, she's family.


[Written by Rosemarie Novak: 2000 ®All Rights Reserved...Used by Permission--WebUplifterMinistries ®2003]


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