Under the Chestnut Tree
What became of the old chestnut tree?
That stood tall for all to see
I cannot find them now, did they die?
All this time I’ve wondered why.
Limbs would arch and touch one another
Chestnuts would drop hard and I’d run for cover,
All over the ground they would lie
Reminds me of the walnut trees that stood by.
Piling up the leaves in one big heap
just to take a jump and a leap,
horse chestnuts had a light brown luster
strung along the branches in small clusters.
I treasure the past with many memories
Fun and frolic under those big great trees,
having a picnic under the enormous shade
that was my playground, where I once played.
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