John Hill, The Tall Pine Tree</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=34.htm>John Hill</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Tall Pine Tree</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>My son, you were young as could be,<br>when you received a switch called a Pine Tree.<br>It was your birthday, I'll never forget.<br>You picked the place, and I planted the tree. You bet!<br>As time went by, the tree grew,<br>and I might add, so did you.<br>I watch the tree develop more each day.<br>You did the same...too fast, I might say.<br>Your high school days seemed to end too soon.<br>Graduation day came, and on the college room.<br>An adjustment for you and for us.<br>Since this is what we all wanted there was no fuss.<br>Time marched on to your drummers tune.<br>It wasn't too long before you got married...seemed too soon.<br>Now you are a father as it should be.<br>There will be many wonderful experiences ahead...you'll see.<br>Well, son today I looked at your tree...whatta sight.<br>Standing there through all kinds of weather day and night.<br>I would like for you to know that the tree reminds me of you...<br>Because, when needed, you have always been there too.</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>