I remember you. Not when you were young of course
First seen in Winter cold and bare but forever there
Passing the years, strong, stable, marker of my youth
I leaned my bike against you one Spring I remember
Sitting to eat my sandwiches, cheese they were, what else
The grass blew left and right, but you scarcely moved
Unfolding tight bunched blossom until your limbs were white
Then shading leaves in Summer heat, cooled and sheltered me
Hot and weary from chasing a girl, that I never did catch
Telling myself (liar!) that the pursuit wasn’t worth it anyway
Are the birds still roosting high amongst your branches
Safe from harm and raising new families that whirl and swoop
Do other new adventurers resting from their ride, think that
They’re are the first to find you, sharing kisses in your bower
Never imagining that I too was sitting there many years ago