How her arms spread wide
And welcomed any weary nesting soul;
Vast numbers took their comfort there,
In spring and winters' snow.
When August sun's beat down on me,
I rested 'neath her shade;
And warmed myself in winter
With the firewood she gave.
Played beneath the shelter
Of her strong and sturdy limbs;
Swung from her branches happily
With all my childhood friends.
In her bark, I carve initials
Of those sweethearts long forgot;
From her branches, hang my medals,
And hide my secrets in her knots.
From her seeds, I grew an orchard,.
In her leaves I made a bed;
And when I thought to give up...
Her trunk spoke, "forge ahead!"
I gaze now through her branches,
Far past where eyes can see;
And every bough uncovered,
Tells that much more of ME!
And I proudly bear the markings
Of her awesome history;
Oh, she started but a seedling ...
And became my family tree.
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