My son planted for me, with skill and dexterity,

a beautiful plum tree, there’s no other in parity…

How I behold this tree, I just smile with glee,

in summer we come and sit, to the birds its a hit…

Its a shade from the sun, in abundance it grows,

a haven for everyone, its juices just flows,

Produces wholesome fruitage, so delicious and sweet,

gives more with age, its here we all meet…

It feeds us all, our neighbours and friends,

there’s always more, it never seems to end,

I thank you my son, for your skill in this,

for what you have done, will never go amiss…

My son did this for me, he dug planted and sowed,

the purple plum tree, and God made it grow………end