At a streetfair downtown
A 5-dollar coupon in hand
We used to buy a skinny tree
Potted up in an old rusty can
It may have looked less than promising
So leggy and light as a feather
Tentatively thought did it have roots?
Our first purchase we made together
We planted our tree in the yard
That spindly gumbo-limbo
But native to our Florida
It knew just how to grow
Just like I’d envisioned its shade
A canopy against fierce heat
Protecting us from that relentless sun
It’s now grown twenty-five feet
Six years have passed us by now
And risking sounding sappy
We’ve grown, too, as has our love
The tree and we are happy
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
At a streetfair downtown
A 5-dollar coupon in hand
We used to buy a skinny tree
Potted up in an old rusty can
It may have looked less than promising
So leggy and light as a feather
Tentatively thought did it have roots?
Our first purchase we made together
We planted our tree in the yard
That spindly gumbo-limbo
But native to our Florida
It knew just how to grow
Just like I’d envisioned its shade
A canopy against fierce heat
Protecting us from that relentless sun
It’s now grown twenty-five feet
Six years have passed us by now
And risking sounding sappy
We’ve grown, too, as has our love
The tree and we are happy
