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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 7 weeks ago from United States

      Thank so much Gypsy. whonu

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 7 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Loved the tale of the crab apple tree.

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      whonunuwho 8 weeks ago from United States

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

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 8 weeks ago from The Caribbean

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

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      whonunuwho 8 weeks 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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      Robert Elias Ballard 8 weeks ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

      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 8 weeks 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 8 weeks 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.