Amid our sprawling meadow stands a loafty blueberry tree.
Despite the years it has been a tree that grandpa loved.Like banners in a breeze,the guildon of� his homestead.
We called this blueberry tree "grandpa's tree"
Once under neath it's branches,when soft sunlight bathed your skin,me and grandpa would spend time under this tree just talking about stuff in our lives.
That tree will stand on and hold memories of our moments spent under that tree,grandpa has passed on now,but I will love that tree right on along with the memories of me and grandpa.
By satinlady
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