by Henry Sherman Siemsen

In the old back yard,

Where my brothers and I often played

All day long in the hot Summer sun

In the heart of its 'freshing shade.


In its branches so strong

We would play tag

And often we would have a spill,

But nevertheless its memories we caress

And it beckons to play with us still.


In memories we go

To the old elm tree

And again we are united in fun,

And someday if I may

I would like to play

With my brothers in the shade from the sun.


So we remember the old elm tree

'Though we're far away from it now

Wherever we go, wherever winds blow

Its image is brighter somehow.

copywright 1929, 1999 henry sherman siemsen