A Tree

I watched him plant it,
Long, long ago.
And down through the years,
I watched it grow.

The winds beat hard,
And it grew up tall.
With the sheen of pine-needles,
It was wrapped in a shawl.

The robin came looking,
And made her a nest.
And her birdies were noisy,
Underneath her breast.

Pine-burs were dangling,
Mid a rustling of scent.
And they hung in long clusters,
Like bright ornaments.

Today...I stood thinking,
And the evening was dim.
As I went back in memories,
And I thought of him.


E.P. 1908 - 1989