A tree in garden

Morning again for this sun to blame,

the cold is gone in its blazing flame.

But, still I love, the way it came;

It was red then and pale it became.

You got up, but, I wasn’t sleeping,

And fun was what I was seeking;

The birds fly and sit on my hand,

Not four not nine, but, a few thousand.

The chrome the sun, the busier the life,

And you wait the day, to meet your wife.

I happen to know, your seek within,

Your likes, dislikes from when you were a kin.

You played with me and kicked me hard,

For now to see, you are a lifeguard.

I know you liked, that girl, that door;

And she slapped you, at my shore.

That was a time long ago,

When you were learning, about Plato.

I saw you laugh and then weep,

And all that memories on that jeep.

It’s raining now and I am wet,

But there with you, whenever you sweat.

Twenty not thirty, it’s a hundred year;

I’ve stood here, at your frontier.

A man you are, now so far,

 But come back soon from the war.

I’ll teach your child, what you had known;

For him to stand, on his bone.