Dad’s trees

Dad’s Trees Trees everywhere,Gold, red, pink, yellow, brown, greenLeaves, leaves and more leaves.We talked about trees every day.On every journey.In the house.His trees,The two outside his window,McKees trees in the distance.The day they came to trim his trees. He loves trees, (I have always loved trees)I never knew he did too, until this year.Trees, it’sContinue reading “Dad’s trees”