A Tribute/Happy Father’s Day/This Old Tree/Poetry

This is for you Daddy. I know you can read my words and know my heart. This was from another year but my love for you never changes, my admiration never wanes and my longing to be that child again for even a day is always there. Happy Father’s Day!!!!

Tropical Affair


This Old Tree

by Cheryl Pennington


This old tree, though appearances deceive,

has led a rich life, you must believe.

It’s branches, now gnarled, its fingers grown lean,

were there to uphold  as a lifeline unseen.

The skin, once rugged and tanned to the bone

 showing lines, may seem weak-now without tone.

Do not be fooled, for its fortitude lasts,

Mighty ships sail, its arms as their masts.

So, did I sail neath that shadow of love,

that maddening grip all too soon was shed of

as I stood on the bow of my self-captained path.

It was there, looking on, in the wrecked aftermath.


This old tree, though forgotten by youth,

wiped away tears, pulled the loose tooth

that wouldn’t budge.

Peanuts in its pocket, a whistle on its lips

Shooting hoops in the drive, giving all its best tips.

Popping corn for the hungry mouths at its…

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