Old and gnarled pepper tree
that blows in the winds of time,
what memories do you hold?
Of olden time and long ago
when all was fresh and new.
The lives of the people
when young and middle aged are in your memories.
Oh what tales you could tell,
if only you could talk,
you old gnarled pepper tree.
Keep time my old tree, and keep your memories.
Your masters are old and gnarled,
just as you are.
Their memories are mired in this old house,
just as you are mired in this soil.
When time has run its course
new memories will flourish in this old house.
Where you sit outside,
bringing in a new dawn and age of discovery.
[c] 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey