As I sit here in my easy chair, I am as tired as I can be.
I worked all day, digging dirt. I was planting young oak trees.
I’ve grown old so it would be best, if I were planting flowers.
Planting trees at my old age, needs God’s assisting powers.
To plant for shade when one is old is charity at its best.
This tree won’t grow fast enough to give me a shady rest.
I might enjoy the shade beneath if someone digs me down,
When I have died, I can rest, in the oak trees shady ground.
Copyright 4/15/2015 Juanita J. Bussmann