So Grows The Tree
When I strike a match to light the village fire pit,
Flames illuminate faces of our own fine family tree.
Nearly six decades of bearing and raising young fit
Members, trained to think, to act, raised to be free :
Then, these young accomplished see the World stage
Spread out beyond their horizons awaiting discovery.
Poised in innocence, thoroughly tutored beyond age,
Finding their own footing, drawn to life's pageantry :
And then, capturing the day, making way, work acts
To temper aggressiveness in some structured setting.
"The art of the deal" attracts some lacking of facts,
Most will attest education displays their upbringing.
"As the twig is bent so grows the tree", sings to me
Lyrics, divinely achieving progeny, all lovely to see.
Ronald C. Downie
A sonnet
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