The pecan tree

The pecan tree stands in the yard of my youth ,its fruit having fallen off its branches to the grass it so gently shadows.It has been here in this spot for longer than i have drawn breath in my body.It may perhaps be the spot where an Indian brave made his first strides toward becoming a warrior ,its nuts may have given nourishment to a weary soldier in the war between the states .But that is not important to the tree.Just to merely be alive in the fresh air in the sun ,giving its fruit away that is the duty and joy of the pecan tree of my youth . I learned tree climbing in that tree ,i learned to hit and catch the baseball in the shade of that tree .I have many fond memories of my life and those that have passed out of this life ,and those that are still a part of my life around that pecan tree.And sometimes when i dream in flights of fancy or of things joy, i return to that tree .The pecan tree of my youth.........