• There it is the giant towering over
    everyone else, its leaves so green, and its trunk
    chocolate brown. Such a beautiful sight to
    behold. Not another tree like it, its my memory tree

    Stubs on its sides that are just like
    steps on a ladder, its hard bark sticks out so its easy to grip if you fall
    up on a limb were I always sit. Is a hole in the trunk where i keep a
    journal were my memory's are.

    In the journal, it has every memory from my childhood, including a picture of me and my grandfather. The tree is good at keeping it safe from any animal.
    Whenever I climb up its enormous trunk and talk to it, the tree seems
    to sway to and fro as if it says "I understand"

    I had been a bit late going to my tree because my dog had passed
    I went over the hill. But something seemed wrong as I came over the
    hill I didn't see it standing over every tree waiting for my daily visit

    I walked into the forest and heard the sound of men and a truck
    pulling away. There Being hauled away was my friend, the one
    who listened to me. And in the hole was my journal i ran as fast
    as I could but i couldn't grab my journal, and as it went
    its leaves drop as if it was saying "why didn't you come sooner and stop them"

    There went my friend over the horizon i could feel the tears coming down my
    cheeks, Goodbye Friend
    This poem is in memory of my grandfather R,I.P Marvin Guy Smith