This Old Tree
by Cheryl Pennington
This old tree, though appearances deceive,
has led a rich life, you must believe.
It’s branches, now gnarled, its fingers grown lean,
were there to uphold as a lifeline unseen.
The skin, once rugged and tanned to the bone
showing lines, may seem weak-now without tone.
Do not be fooled, for its fortitude lasts,
Mighty ships sail, its arms as their masts.
So, did I sail neath that shadow of love,
that maddening grip all too soon was shed of
as I stood on the bow of my self-captained path.
It was there, looking on, in the wrecked aftermath.
This old tree, though forgotten by youth,
wiped away tears, pulled the loose tooth
that wouldn’t budge.
Peanuts in its pocket, a whistle on its lips
Shooting hoops in the drive, giving all its best tips.
Popping corn for the hungry mouths at its feet
with frozen colas, making fun times complete.
Homemade ice cream, trips to the pool,
making a living, enforcing the rules.
Nurturing, loving, toiling, praying,
weeping, laughing, always staying
This old tree will always be
the mightiest force in the world to me.
The sight that I see, the sound that I hear
are icons of comfort that hold me near
in its heart.
Thank you, old tree, for your service to me.
For all that you are and forever shall be-
Happy Father’s Day
This is dedicated to all the “old trees” today and the young ones just em “barking” on this journey of Fatherhood. It is a gift that is well appreciated, even if the rewards are slow to come.
Click on the link for one of my very favorite songs dedicated to a Father. Thank you, Reba. I am happy to say I have had a lifetime to get to know my Dad.