The tree in our backyard
Returns me to my youth
It gave me shade from the summer sun
and where, I read my books.
It sheltered me in troubled times
and when love came new to me…
We made our vowels, and carved our hearts
In the bark of that old oak tree.
But years have passed
And like the wind
Our lives just slip away …
But here you stand… You grand old man…
A testament to this day.
Antony King 2018