If this Grand Old Tree could talk
The stories it could tell
It's been around so many years
And probably more as well
Of countless birds that alit
On it's branches up so high
And squirrels dashing up and down
To add to their supply
Of heat waves and cold snaps
And yes, even snow
Thunderstorms and hurricanes
And sunny days aglow
Of children playing hide and seek
Underneath it's sprawling
shade
And afterwards aflush with
sweat
Enjoying lemonade
Of times of war and times of peace
And all times bad and good
The tree still stands proudly
A pillar of living wood
Time has aged the tree
And it's needed a little care
The trims, the prunes
And even concrete poured in there
This Grand Old Tree holds a secret
Hiding somewhere on or in
Well, enough of this poem
I'll let you begin