Poetry

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Pecan trees are constantly shedding their branches
You will find them growing on farms and ranches
The wind blows softly through their delicate leaves
Picking up pecans is like bringing in the sheaves

I am blessed to have some majestic old pecan trees
I have gathered pecans while crawling on my knees
The unknown tree planter had faith that they would grow
His patient hands tenderly planted them, row after row

After many years of waiting his patience came to fruit
The young trees had matured and deeply taken root
Strong winds and rains have sometimes beat the trees
The hole in one created a hive for some homeless bees

Several of my old trees have given up the ghost and died
Lightning struck one of them and I watched as it was fried
I replaced the tree with a little one and hope that it will bear
A tasty crop of pecans that I can eat as I sit in my easy chair

As I reflect on the birth and death of the stately pecan tree
I can see God's providence in it as it relates to you and me
Our journey of life on this earth includes the storms and rain
We can not escape the fact that life has both joy and pain

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