The Plum Tree

It's a beautiful spring morning and I want to go and see
All the new life that is growing, and to look at my Plum tree.

The Azaleas wait so patiently for their own flower show
while Roses, ever eager, begin to climb and grow.
Pecan leaf buds in furry coats grow all along the tree
I'll shower it with love and care and hope it bears for me.

And right here grows a memory that's taller every year.
My dad gave me that Plum tree and I'm proud to have it here.

He really loved that Plum tree
for it's beauty and it's shade.
I can see him sitting there now
with his glass of Lemonade.

I can see him cleaning fish beneath
it's purple crown of leaves,
after his big day of fishing
with his hat and sun burnt knees.

He let us have the Plum tree
We dug it up and brought it here.
I'm so glad I have this Plum tree
For it holds memories dear.

Spring has finally come now,
and I couldn't wait to see
What the dear old Plum tree looks like
and the memories it brings me.

Sue  (Crouse) Christopher 2-7-1986