Tree
Great oak you were a acorn in seventeen eighty three, you have stud the test of time and now you look back at me .
So many seasons have come and gone, since you were very small, but looking at you now, your very proud and tall .
So many things you may have seen but unable to tell, some were good, some were bad and some must have been hell .
You drop your acorns every season, there must be a reason to tell, as you must know, maybe one will grow and in time in the future, maybe it will be a poem somone else will tell .
(2002)
