The Wild Cherry Tree
Right now it looks like an old gnarly tree
With branches array and very few leaves
Why, it's downright ugly, some would say.
It's summer's splendor has fallen away.
But I look beyond what now I see
This old wild cherry, this old field tree,
Because yesterday's great leaf-like display
Gave shelter to our tractors from the sun's fading rays.
And until this house with faith was begun
It was the only shade we had from summer sun.
A few years ago my mate had said,
As he looked at the tree, his hat on his head,
"If God only could keep it alive 'till the house is done
And we can go inside from hot summer's sun..."
Then we look once more at the aged crooked limbs
And see the bird feeders swaying in the harsh autumn winds
And even tho we fill them again and again
They're a welcome in winter to our wild feathered friends.
Now it's two years later... we give thanks once again
To our aged old Wild Cherry... our gnarly old friend.
By Geri Moser, Innkeeper
Breath of Heaven B&B
Petersburg, West Virginia