This is about an old man and an apple tree. He is out plowing his field one day and came across a sprig of an apple tree and decides to take it home. He does and plants it. The tree grew tall and was full of apples, but when the old man becomes sick and dies the tree withers away and dies as well.
Once plowing a lonesome field,
the ground was hard and not yet tilled.
Pa looked over and behold he found,
a withered little tree sticking out of the ground.
When the plowing was done he carried the tree home
with visions in mind of when it was grown.
The spot he chose was the ideal place,
for the little tyke didn’t need much space.
The branches grew tall, up to the sky.
Then apples appeared as many as it was high.
Perfectly round, luscious, and sweet.
The taste gave all a tremendous treat.
Then one day, the time did arrive,
the day that Pa had to say goodbye.
The apples fell until one remained,
and the branches lowered from the tears it rained.
The bond between Pa and the old apple tree
will forever fill hearts with a special memory.
Image by WxMom via Flickr
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