Family Poetry posted January 20, 2020


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An old tree I climbed to watch for Indian attack.

Old Oak Tree

by Willie P. Smith

If I live to be one hundred,
I don't think I will again see
Anything that brings back my childhood
Like that majestic old oak tree.

It stood by the side of the farm house,
Built on top of a hill.
My great granddad built half the house,
The other half by my granddad Bill.

The old house is gone now,
Brush grows where it stood.
Times were rough then,
But everything seemed good.

Now that the years have caught me,
And frailty has settled in.
I don't visit the old place often,
But it's where my life began.

If I could go back in time,
I know where it would be.
I'd visit my mom and dad
And climb that old oak tree.


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