Memorial to the Maples

We’ll miss you, sugar maples, and

Your colorful displays,

Your framing of the farmhouse,

Your constance as a landmark.

You watched us play, as children,

‘Neath your friendly branches.

You cooled us with your shade;

You held us as we climbed.

You heard our family chatter,

You watched us come and go –

We grew, and you grew with us,

Putting down strong roots.

You welcomed in the seasons;

You weathered all extremes.

You reached toward God with tree grace –

We’ll miss you, sugar maples.