by Joyce Gale

Created on: May 29, 2010

The Pear Tree

The old conference pear tree

Standing sixty years or more

A find old specimen

With scores of fruit to store.

Your outlook has seen changes

Where once you were a row.

As an orchard of vast ranges

You now alone do grow.

Birds feed from nut feeders

That hang from your strong boughs.

While cats sit and watch

Through the long summer hours.

Green speckled fruits do swell

For autumn harvest day

There is a pride of place

In a special kind of way.

You are pruned back some winters

But still you grow so tall.

The old conference pear tree

Growing by the garden wall.

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