Number 42
October 15th, 2009

Old Tree

The sound of the chainsaw splits the air
Today your tree comes down
Branch by branch, piece by piece
They lay that giant on the ground

Twas your mother poured the water from your baptizing
Around the trunk of that oak tree
When high school was over you made your plans
Under that giant canopy

Measuring years, marking time
For a restless boy to climb
Under it's shade you grew
When you left, I guess
Old Tree left too

Beautiful tree whose life was long
We marked it's final day
And you're right here by my side
Though you're 300 miles away

And it feels right that it's in the fall
With snow flakes in the sky
The sun sets through a gaping hole
That Old Tree used to occupy

Measuring years, marking time
Such a mighty tree you'll rarely find
Under it's shade you grew
When you left, I guess
Old Tree left too

The sound of the geese heading south
Lit by a silver moon
The season turns, I hear the song
Old Tree is in that tune

Measuring years, marking time
Strong in the bright sunshine
Here's a song for tree and you
When you left, I guess
Old Tree left too