Perspective

I sit in a reflective mood

Beneath a giant chestnut tree

And remember the boy in me

Who gathered nuts so long ago

And climbed these darkened, sturdy limbs

To guide a pirate ship ashore

Or let loose with his Tarzan friend.

Now, gazing up at its branches,

I contemplate how old it is,

The beauty of its symmetry,

The peace it conjures up in me,

Ad how much it has marked the years

Both in this place and heart and mind.

~ Neil C. Fitzgerald