Ellen's Old Tree
Ellen's Old Tree
It was crumbling brick and decaying wood
The front porch where we once stood
The years were hard and all too many
Now even gone was the hidden penny
Yet, in the back, the tree stood still
With time engrained sturdy will
It held a memory of another and me
Its where I carved J.H. n' E.D.
Fifty years ago when we left that mark
The sky did gray before it went dark
The clouds held back 'til we were done
Then hastily, hastily, we had to run
I walked the still worn path to peek
And see if the letters still did speak
I touched the bark and studied it so
The scars still there from long ago
The sky it grayed as I left our tree
When a boy ‘n girl floated past me
In one hand was his destined life
And in the other a rusty jack knife
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