The Tree
We never took much notice of that big old
tree
Until the day the workers came
For what we thought, was to slay
We built our hut in that big old tree
Smoked tobacco from our fathers’ pouches
[Grandpa turning in his grave]
Created plans to keep the girls away
The lower swing was their domain
On the warmest summer days
They never took much notice of that big
old tree
Until the day the branch gave way
I carved my name into that big old tree,
carved my life away
