Two Giants Fell
Two giants fell in Ninety-Four
That meant a lot to me.
These giants true were Dear Old Dad,
And - the "Good for Nothin' Tree."
Although their limbs were brittle boned,
Their spirits both were strong.
They still had much to give to us;
Their lives were very long.
Their ages summed to many years;
Dad's next was ninety-three.
And many more than "three score, ten"
Stood - the "Good for Nothin' Tree."
Because the tree was brittle oak
A friend once gave its name.
"That tree is good for nothin'
"You should cut down the same."
Yet there she stood to give us shade
For many years to come.
We all were glad she stood so tall,
Enjoyed by old and young.
Each giant faced so many storms,
And weathered each one well.
But then came storms that blew so hard
That both the giants fell.
Although they're gone, their memories last,
Their strengths will long endure.
We'll not forget their gifts to us.
Their roots in us are sure.
1 March 1995