Fathers fig tree
Johnclarestokes
I’ve gone through the litany
Of the trees I miss greatly
The fig of my father’s was one
It grew in Williston
The persimmon puckering
Up in Wakulla County
Cherry at grandmothers picking
In Bluefield, West Virginia
Cedar for the clearest view
By the Williston white parsonage
Sweetgum I could once hurdle
Still beside Williston Methodist
The oak with the platform
Out from Blue Grotto with Eddie
Pecan with the first swing
In good ole Sopchoppy
And lest we forget the kumquat
With best friend Robert there too
Walnut over the homeplace shading
So many memories
in the making
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