I planted my first acorn when I was only three
One of the first lessons my father taught me
He was an expert in how seeds germinate and grow
He thought this was something everyone should know
I waited patiently for the first leaves to appear
Then he showed me how to tend it with such loving care
I watched that sapling grow into a mighty tree
When I see it now it brings him into my memory
It reminds me of the love that he showed to me
Similar to the care I showed to that saplng tree
By reason of that love the tree reached maturity
And it’s survival to this day reminds me of his memory
It’s many years now since he passed away
But he still enters my mind nearly everyday
His passing was something that made me sad
But he was the one I was proud to call my dad
Ron Martin
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