Jubilee

 

Jubilee

He worked all day in the fields

She kept her house with pride

Reared eight kids in the old farm house

He and his lovely bride

 

 

Their special tree planted with care

Saw years of picnics in the sun

All eight kids played beneath its brances

When their farm work was done

 

 

Many happy hours beneath its leaves

Wileing away church social time

With friends from far and wide

And listening to the church bells chime

 

 

Years have passed and in their old age

She helps him bathe under their special tree

Planted when their love was young

On their first anniversary jubilee

 

 

His hands are gnarled

Her blond hair has turned gray

Make ready for the sixtieth jubilee

The kids came to enjoy their special day

 

 

Before their next jubilee

Death will close their eyes

Rest in peace beneath the tree

Until they jubilee in the skies