PERSON Poem: Grandfather, by Midge Blaeser

The tallest tree among thousands
In life stood tall and proud
Now fallen as it rattles the forest
The answer to that age old question found
Silent did it fall but loud was the crash
How different the world will be now
O great oak tree, you stood so tall
The tallest tree among among thousands
Clip-clop clip-clop
Go the hooves against the prairies
Indents beat into the path
That would define the coming generations
Clip-clop clip-clop clip-
The plow pulled by an iron heart
Seeds planted by a caring soul
Bells toll for the Clydesdale
They toll also for the oak tree
Hearts beat in unison and hands link together
Retired from the farm and carried from the woods
The flowers bloom and carry memories
Every petal a different story
The oak trees grow taller like
They aim to reach the heavens
Chatter chatter mumble mumble
In the room they can’t stop speaking
Not in sorrow or in vain
Because the joy those flowers bring
And the pride the forest holds
Even with the oak and horse gone
Their stories will always be told

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