Melvin Johnson Poet Rhyme

Great Family Tree

Spring and summer, those seasons went by.  
The best thing in the world always falls from the sky.  
No matter the situation, the love was theirs.  
The price was no luxury for the poor boys and girls.  
To sit up and prosper with such delight,  
It grew up so fast, like a thief in the night.  
Many more came from just that one person;  
The first one that came made things a little worse.  
Then things got better to the lucky number six,  
Because the best number of all was three from the mix.  
It grew up so beautifully with no time to wonder,  
Intertwined with the opposite, then here came November.  
With no time to spare, the poor thing grew,  
Then out of the blue, one became two.  
Wasted no time at all; it just happened to be  
The best part about it came, happy number three.  
To move out of the way and stay the course,  
It was time to add one more, and that soon made four.  
The number was up, and everything was complete,  
And that was how it started, my Great Family Tree!

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