did i write that poem about dad and trees
i probably did i tried
3 trees he planted by the mustard house
for 3 kids he left
all died
then the numberless
xmass trees 
balled and burlapped
he planted on his sloping lawn
his blue mansion
would be a forest died
then he
died his self
and i hesitated
to name a tree
lest it die too
yet

it lives
planted by neither
him or me