Mr. Norton’s Tree

Mr. Norton‘s Tree is a powm that was written for Deacon Eugene (Harry) Norton and read at his funeral held at Greater Works Ministries on May 28, 2011

Mr. Norton’s Tree

A tree grows on my backyard,
‘Twas planted long ago,
By the man who built and carved,
The house I call my home.
Carried here within his car,
From Maryland they roamed,
Now in Pennsylvania are,
A house, a tree, a home.
Through the years the season moved,
Springs, Summers, Winters, Fall,
Inside the house a family grew,
Outside a tree grew tall.
Children‘s voices echoed through,
Tree rings that will recall,
Songs as sung by children whose,
Grandchildren now play ball.
On great limbs so strong and true,
The birds would nest with ease,
Yet its frailest branches moved,
Like whispers in the trees.
In its shade came comfort to,
Those kept from sun and breeze,
Yet the shadows that it threw,
N‘er darkened those they eased.
Then there came the hand built church,
With others he would bring,
Trees of love within God‘s house,
For worship‘s praise to ring.
He would say “I did the work,
But God did all the planning.”
With such love he undertook,
Each task that he was manning.
To this church invited he,
Myself, my love, to come,
In this church I came to be,
With others as if one.
Planting more than mighty trees,
Is bearing fruits of love,
Known as “Pop,” he was to me,
A vessel from above.
We bought Pop‘s house in aught three,
Not knowing it would be,
Home to branches and to seeds,
Of Heaven‘s light and glee.
As journey I in life to be,
More strong, more brave and free,
I know that I, would like to be,
A lot, like Mr. Norton‘s tee.
K. David Katzmire
May 26, 2011
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