Best Poems Written by Betty Redd

Old Tree

withering branches fall from the old tree
life has passed for the tree; children playing on its limbs
fire was started from its parts to warm up some stormy hearts
husband and wife stood under the tree renewing their vows
of twenty years before 
Grown children now stand in front of the tree since it has to come down
Parents passed away left this legacy to them.
Each child says to the other lets make furniture from the tree for future generations
Decision made inside the old tree smile with a sigh.

Copyright © Betty Redd | Year Posted 2016