The Tree Poem by jackie compton

In my back yard there grows a large old oak tree.
It belongs to my family and me.
It stands up right strong with dignity and grace.

A living forgiving monument to the human race.
It shak nor shiver in the winter wind.

It reminds me that down through the years.
There were laughter and there were tears.
Tears of great sarrow and saddness.
Tears of great joy and happiness..

No matter what the leaf becomes in life.
It never falls far from the tree.
Thank ou God for that old tree.

Where every leaf is a individual.
Attached to the branch of forgiveness.
By the stem of mercy

For all my tomorrows will in time become my yesterdays.
And those trouble times will become the good old days.