Who?: A Poem
Who walked upon this land of mine
so many years ago?
Who planted the trees and flowers here
and nurtured them to grow?
Who enjoyed the sunrise in the morning
underneath the Dogwood tree?
Who harvested the vegetables in the garden
and picked the apples from the trees?
Who cared for the soil and the grounds around
protecting it until it was mine?
Who decided to grow the purple Iris
along the fence row line?
Who strolled after dinner down the drive
letting their stomachs digest?
Who built the white picket fences
where the rose bushes now rest?
Who took such pleasure in this land
providing the shade and beauty I see?
Who appreciates their hard work and dedication?
From beneath the Dogwood I say, me!