Cecelia Weir - The Ole Apple Tree

It was a brisk beautiful morning
Not a cloud in the sky
As I lay beneath
The Ole Apple Tree
Wondering how its fruit grows
And glad I'm a reason why.
I saw how lovely the world is
And wondered why some important things
We seem to neglect and disregard
And realize the happiness it brings.
I felt the needled green grass
As sun rays hit my eyes.
The pigs and cows were grazing
With the mules and chickens nearby.
And this is when I began to think
How much smaller was my stomach
Always were my eyes
How much I could consume
The taste of nutmeg and butter
In one of Grandma's good ole apple pies.
The Ole Apple Tree
Ever so tall it stood.
Had such delightful food
That supplied every one of us
with something so sweet
And so delectably good.
This was more than branches and leaves
This was more than a just a tree
As my wisdom begin to open up
And as my soul began to read.
Limbs and branches
That stretched ever so wide
The lifeline to its fruit
It did protect and provide.
From one space to another
Arms touching everyone's lives
Yet when her summer had ended
The fruit was gone so quick
All of our good times were gone
The year my grandma got sick.
The Ole Apple Tree still stands
To remind us of back in the day.
When clothes were hung out on a line
And children could go outside to play.
When folks would go to church
Without a lot to pay.
But come home gratifying
Believing God would make a way.
Grandma would be singing
Probably some ole deep spiritual song
That made her shouting happy
But made us wonder what was wrong.
The smell of apple pie
Still thickly fills the air
As the memory of grandma rocks
In the ole wooden rocking chair.

Cecelia Weir

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