Family Tree

[couchgrouch]

Family TreeWell, I tied a tire swing, to a low hangin' limbwith the morning breeze, in the April leavesI felt old memories blow insaw my folks old farmhouse, near a majestic oaksaw Dad break a branch, and with his two handswhittle a pipe to smokehe used to bring a rocker, sit n watch the wheatfields swayhung a hammock for two, and when I was at schoolhim and Ma would steal awayto the family treewhere my memories begina shelter for songbirdsand the weary windif you wanna readmy thoughts and historyit's in the family treeit's Dad's fault I'm a dreamer, who rarely gets boredcos early one May, he took a Saturdayand built me a small treefortmy room'd be empty, when Ma came to say goodnightbut she knew where to look, reading comicbooksup with an old flashlightin the family treewhere my memories begina shelter for songbirdsand the weary windif you wanna readmy thoughts and historyit's in the family treeheaven's fastest chariot, is an old rocking chairwhen forever called my father, his rocker took him therenow there's a cross in the meadow, near a mound of rocksand none of them's as hard, as his strong oak boxand when I got married, and bought my own farmI went back and broke, a small branch off that oakand planted it by my barnit sprung up higher each Spring, and grew tall and stronglike when I was young, my twelve year old sonspends hours playing on the family treewhere my memories begina shelter for songbirdsand the weary windmy grounded rootsare the sweetest fruitsof the family tree(c)2006 Robert George