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Grandma's Crab Apple Tree


Where the wild Crab Apple grows

Was here I cut my teeth on life

Slashed down many a tall sapling

Whittled them with my knife

Carved my bows and arrows then

Pretended to be an Indian Chief

Playing in my grandma's backyard

There I became an apple thief

Grew up tall and was limber to be

Had no worries or cares back then

Following in my father's footsteps

Was never without any good friend

Broke a leg and hurt my back

Playing football back in school

It toughened me up to take a stand

As I followed the "Golden Rule".

Uncle Sam didn't want me in Vietnam

My old back wound kept me down

Made a decision to study hard

Kept my feet on the ground


Went to college and became a teacher

Taught children and they did teach me

How to have a lot of patience in our life

And just how content we all might be

I have retired now put in all my time

I'm satisfied with what I've done

Living my life as best I could

Over the course as it has run

Now I just count each day

can't wait till tomorrow

I'm enjoying my life

without any sorrow

Grandma's tree still there

Saw it the other day

Picked apples

by the way