Grandma's Crab Apple Tree

Updated on June 22, 2017

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


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      whonunuwho 8 months ago from United States

      Thanks. Yep, but when you had nothing left to choose from, better than nothing. Blessings my friend.

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      Shauna L Bowling 8 months ago from Central Florida

      What a beautiful life story, whonu! Very cool that Grandma's crab apple tree is still there.

      I remember tasting them as a kid. They're quite bitter and taste nothing like apples!

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      whonunuwho 9 months ago from United States

      Thank so much Gypsy. whonu

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Loved the tale of the crab apple tree.

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      whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

      Thank you MsDora and many blessings to you and family. whonu

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      Dora Weithers 10 months ago from The Caribbean

      Such a fun and happy ending to your poetic tale. Enjoyable!

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      whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

      You are most welcome my friend. Yes, those were great memories that we may still share. Blessings to you and yours. whonu

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      Fiddleman 10 months ago

      Oh yes the crab apple tree. Mom made the best jelly from those little apples from that tree. It was also the first place to get a "hickory" but didn't take but few to learn to play by the house rules. Thanks for sharing your poem.

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      whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

      Thanks, Eric. I'm glad to know I was not the only kid and now grown, who liked crab apples. Many blessings to you and family, my friend. whonu

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      Eric Dierker 10 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      So cool, Me Too! But it was mom's in a way it still is. My wife swoons over the fruit as I tell our boy about the adventures of Crab Apple Tree. Thanks so much.