Neverending is a Story
bout an old oak tree
the carving’s on this tree
was all made so gleefully
that only time would tell
growing from a sappling root
The life so hard that it took
years to grow it did
generations come and gone alone in the same old place
people visiting
you could see the expressions on there face
for upon this tree you could see
names of places
no longer existing
and couples gone away
childrens names who visited and also came to play
days gone bye
here to pass
But the memories here to stay