This tree is not just any tree…. It holds a lot of memories from my childhood. The tree is on the family farm where I spent the first twenty-two years of my life. As children my brother and sisters and I would venture out onto the land with Dad close at hand and do the daily farm routines. The tree was on the well worn path and we would always run to stand beneath it and listen to the wind blow through its twisted branches… The wind would make all sorts of interesting noises as it passed through the tree and across our land. But it was in the middle of the icy winter nights during calving season when Dad and I would check on the cows that the tree really came to life… With our torches shining up into the tree and its howling, whistling sounds whirling above us the tree became known as the scary tree and the imagination of a young boy would be unleashed and run wild.
Underneath the Tree