Like the Tamarack Tree
Poem for Dad and Dawn
Like the Tamarack tree
we come into our vibrancy in the fall,
come alive to the smell of fresh split wood
and browning leaves and bubbling soup.
As the sun’s rays slant to earth
and the garden goes into its sleep,
we harvest the bounties of nature,
the last tomatoes, hardy kale,
a rutting buck,
and the peace of being in the woods.
We are thoughtful creatures,
one with God’s other creatures of the forest
and filled with a bounty of love
for dear friends and family.
We build our nests in the fall,
a nest of warm home and warm food
of Sunday Packer games
and birthday celebrations
and the tasky buttoning up
of home and yard for winter.
As the Tamarack wears it yellow glow
and the Trick-or-Treaters grace the doorstep,
we pause to ponder the true gifts of life
and savor every precious moment
with the ones we love.
Happy Birthday Dad.
I am so proud to be just like you.
I love you!!