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Reminiscing
I look out through my window, across the pastures 'round my home,
And he is standing there watching, the cattle where they roam.
He was there when I was just a boy, playing in his arms,
And he would hold me up so high I'll see, across the neighboring farms.
He's the lord of all the land around, tall and proud as any King,
His deciples all the herds on hoof and birds upon a wing.
He's seen the droughts and fires, he's seen the flooding rains,
When his domain was turned to swamp and mud, from the valleys to the plains.
My Grandchildren now play with him, as I did long ago,
When he holds them up, they tell me, they can feel the North wind blow.
And I will leave this place in his careful hands, for I know he'll out live me,
So I salute you my life long friend, the grand old Norfolk tree.
Ken Berg