Our tree is tall and mighty now
Tendered o’er days and years
Our lives are found within each bough
Once the springtime appears
In winter, her leaves lose desire
Yet, she is always true
A blessing that we shall admire
Until this life is through.
Our tree reminds us of the roads
That our two lives have followed
Together, we have hauled life’s loads
Our hearts have never hollowed
Just like the tree, our bond has grown
And strengthened over time
To form a gift we call our own
A love, still in its prime.
Our tree has weathered countless storms
Since she was born from seed
Her life has taken many forms
According to the need
At times, she has become our might
Others, our hallowed shade
But, most of all, she brings to light
The love that Heaven made.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Houston's 1560 The Game (KGOW-AM)
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Ron
love Tinka
It leaves the heart a tad more tender after reading such poetry...
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Thank you for sharing and singing brilliantly of the deepest love grown through the years...
More and more, we need to be reminded that such golden ties exist and are possible..
Love and Friendship, Suzie :-D
splendid,lovely,simply pleasant...
alan busch
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
Cryssa :~)
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Fee
Yet, she is always true"
Beautiful truth...
"She" is certainly a tree.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love, Christine