Hubby and I both like trees, and it saddens us greatly to see their destruction for profit.
When my Dad died, Mum said one of his favourite pieces of music had been ‘Trees’.
I immediately thought of ‘I talk to the Trees’ from Paint your Wagon, but Mum said that wasn’t the one.
My music had always been important to me, and many of the pieces I played were reminiscent of someone in particular, so I was somewhat disappointed as I could play ‘I talk to the Trees’, but had never heard of Trees.

Somehow, Mum managed to get hold of a copy of the sheet music so that I could play it.
This was in fact a bit of a problem for me as even though I knew my notes, reading music had always been difficult, but once I knew the tune, I could improvise the rest, albeit in the wrong key.
I took the music into a shop in the precinct which sold electronic keyboards.
I had no intention of buying one, but asked the assistant if he could sight read, and would he kindly play this piece for me.
I explained why and he was quite happy to oblige, playing it three or four times until I got the melody in my head and could tap it out ‘my way’.

It was recorded by Perry Como, but I never mastered it proficiently enough to remember it and I’ve always regretted it.
But saying that, each time I look at a tree, I think of my Dad, the same as a lilac rose reminds me of his father, my grandfather.


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Poem by Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
Music written in 1922 by Oscar Rasbash



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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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  1. scifihammy says:

    Bittersweet memories 🙂

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