Re: Leisurely Scribbles part 2
Xmas poem for Jem
Granny's Old Oak Tree
I’ve been around for many years
But never felt alone
My pals drop ‘round everyday
And I hear their every groan
“me muvver makes me work too hard
And Da I never see
He comes home too late at night
And I’m still up the tree!”
“At least he built me my own ‘home’
Well for me bruvver too
It’s our own secret den ya know
Me mates don’t have a clue”
They share with me their ‘stories’
Of their plans and doubts and fears
They sometimes talk of movin on
Next week, next month, next year?
They climb amongst me branches
I can feel their souls touch mine
And when they swing they move me so
Our rhythms are entwined
I guess I may outlive them
If they let me grow in peace
But I’ll keep their swing a swingin
With every breeze that I can feel