Chad and I are the best of friends
Still to this very day
Though the distance between us is great
Our friendship remains the same
I remember the day that we first met
All those years ago
It was a sunny morning on his doorstep
The Earth was green from the melted snow
His home was only two houses from mine
It was tall, welcoming, had fences with vines
But what we loved most was in his front lawn
A great white aspen, as beautiful as dawn
It stood tall and strong on sunny days
And weathered the storms on cloudy days
We would try to climb it's branches, but then
We would thump back down on the Earth again
We loved that tree so much, you know
And every year we watched it grow
It held our life's best memories
And the wind through it's leaves was like a song it would sing
But as time passed on, the tree got old
There was no choice but to let it go
So Chad's dad called the loggers and
The aspen hit with a thump on the land
They chopped it up and hauled it away
But the stump in the ground was left to stay
We stood and stared for what seemed like all day
Our tree was gone, we had nothing to say
Much time has passed but very often
I think of the tree and my wonderful friend
And from my heart I have told all of thee
Our story of The Aspen Tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks! I see what you mean, and not a lot of people like to write poetry in their spare time at my age.