poetry and such

Hey all. This is a poem I just wrote today that I thought I would share with you, I will continue to post more as the busyness subsides. Peace be with you all.


I saw a tree out in the field
The tree where papa’s buried
I go to see the flowers yield
And recall all the memories
Of running through the grassy plain
With papa’s hand in mine
We would play through sun and rain
The weather’s always fine.

And when I’m lost I call to dad
He finds me by the creek
I knew that I should not be sad
When we play hide and seek
I listen to his every word
I listen to his heartbeat
Steady as his character
As strong as he could be

This tree reminds me of his life
Faithful, sturdy, true
A man who persevered through strife
with joyful attitude
And though his body’s cold beneath
His soul is flying high
I pray we meet beyond this tree
Till then, I’m standing by.


--David Zimmer
march, eighteenth, 2005