They planted Tree the year she bore baby Jim;
Now when they see it, they think of him –
His quiet ways, his shy boyhood smile,
His fresh-scrubbed face when he walked down the aisle.
Tree has survived the worst of the past;
Lightning’s wild strikes, tornado’s fierce blasts.
Now Jim is gone, his sacrifice through;
Tree lost its soul when they got the news.
Twisted and gaunt, it stands on the hill
Waiting for Jim; it is waiting there still…