Deep Thought: My Sycamore Tree

My Sycamore Tree

When I was a kid, I liked to climb a certain tree;

In the corner of our backyard, a Sycamore...it was bigger than me!

A hundred feet tall, with tan waxy limbs;

Climb it fast or slow, it really all depends.

Getting to the top I'd look around, swinging wild and free;

Neighbors already knew, just that crazy boy we see!

But, creatures lived up in there, the squirrels, the bees, and the birds:

Watched them make their families, my emotion too much for words.

Big green leaves like clover, every spring would sprout and glean;

Never saw such color, the contrast of which I'd never seen.

But, I'd climb that monster every day;

It was my high, what can I say.

And yet, a two-thousand mile journey, I tell no lie;

Came from a happily passing Monarch Butterfly.

"What you doin out here, it was last Spring...one like you;

You fly all this way, have your babies...does it give you something to do?"

So, I crawl down exhausted...tired and look above;

God created the Sycamore, just showing me his Love...

I don't climb the tree anymore, when I stopped I can't remember;

Big leaves I see in Spring, bare branches in December.

That tree was fun to climb, holds some great memories for me;

That's a lot to ask for, of that special Sycamore tree.

My special moments, and yes they're all mine;

I wonder if life would have been different, if I just favored a pine?

Kirk Carter

June/ 2014

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