Poem: The Rowan Tree

[Yusuf71]

 

In the shade of Grandpa's house

There stood a Rowan Tree

Where my Brother tried to climb

With Rosalyn and me

 

Its splendid trunk and green filled leaves

Testified God´s Love

And on the top, the highest branch

There sat a snow white dove

 

Every day my Grandpa came

Admired the towering boughs

While we as children playing there

Saw darkened twigs and crows

 

Branches hung just o´er his head

With towering darkened power

Yet we as children plain could see

They were withering every hour

 

And as God called him close to death

and only gloom he saw

we kids still played around the tree

admiring it with awe.

 

Its leaves held back the sunshine light

Its branches stern with years

Sitting with his chair and pipe

It calmed away his fears

 

Yet we as children playing in sight

Saw only twigs and leaves

Revealing more of sky to us

Than he could ever see

 

We pointed up at shafts of light

Throughout the darkened power

But he preferred the shaded glade

To pass the wakened hour

 

We saw sun and endless days

Upon his chair he sat

Despite the passing years it stood

The tree was sound at heart

 

From that tree, we children learnt

that shadows mark our way

and how we must, as we´ve been taught

always watch and pray