Memories On Branches
The sapling was planted in the spring
When my grandparents first settled this land
Generations of a family their seed would bring
Working together hand in hand
To its branches were tied a tire swing
On which grandchildren, in the summer, played
Underneath, a picnic spread we’d bring
While resting in her familiar shade
The pile of leaves that autumn fell
Stuffed scarecrows out in the fields
Through her branches you could hear the fall winds yell
A bonfire, from waste, she watched us build
Now beside her have sprung a few gravestones
That winter snows cover in peace
How her branches of memories have grown
The top ones remembered, not the least
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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