Well where do I begin remembering things from my splintered mind

My parents the Oaks planted a seed on this spot with their tree kind

As a small seedling I grew every day stretching my limbs to the sun

The weather was balmy and I felt my young branches sway as one

The time that flew by like the birds in the sky soon I was an adult tree

Watching and sheltering the youngsters from storms and snow you see

Many young couples have sat under my bed of roots and moss so green

Some four legged pups have left me something and I’m not at all mean

There has been a whole library of books that have been read in my trunk

One moonlit night some man had something to make him crazy and drunk

He passed out under my comforting branches and the wind put him to sleep

Things happen so fast in the world now that I’m reaching 200 years to keep

( I was born in the town of Oak Bluffs Ma. But not under a tree)