He that plants trees loves others besides himself.
Thomas Fuller
Memories
Here is one for dad
The blue spruce in the middle of my yard
He grows slowly but will someday be mighty
The one who will be standing guard
These two willows are for my brother
As I will always weep for his sadness
When I see them sway and rustle in the breeze
I'll pray he was happy to escape all his madness
These fruit trees represent a bountiful life
In honor of the people I adore
The fruit that they bear I appreciate
Almost as much as the people I planted them for
This silver maple is for us
Standing proudly marking time as we do
She rattles her leaves when we're happy
She droops in the rain when we're blue
Trees spur my loving memories
Monuments to those who are a part if me
Their beauty and life they represent
Will always warm the heart in me
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