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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



whonunuwho (author) from United States on August 18, 2017:

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

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on August 18, 2017:

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!

whonunuwho (author) from United States on June 25, 2017:

Thank so much Gypsy. whonu

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 24, 2017:

Loved the tale of the crab apple tree.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on June 21, 2017:

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

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on June 21, 2017:

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

whonunuwho (author) from United States on June 20, 2017:

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

Fiddleman on June 20, 2017:

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.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on June 20, 2017:

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

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on June 20, 2017:

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.

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