Two seeds were sown some time ago,
Both were nourished enough to grow,
A little at first,
Then bit by bit,
Nature helped with things like thirst.

As time went on, the seeds came good,
Hour by Hour, and Day by Day,
Month by Month,
They used the food, that showed the way.

The time it took for them,
Is relative, as we all know,
One Century for one to grow,
The second a shorter time to go.

And now we have a mighty Pine,
Stands erect, so tall and fine,
We also have a little Boy,
Who will some day, be tall and strong,
He will run and dance,
And Sing his song.

The pine it shades our house from Sun,
Inside the Shades; My Grand Son.

Barney Ballabay

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