<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The family tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old men cling to their gnarl-wooden sticks<br>And wither from the cares of the world over<br>Like apple blossom kissed silver with icy cold licks<br>They know there are no more days of clover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But from their flowering came the fruit<br>The seed of wane-blown family<br>From their branching water-shoot<br>A core of all that's good and bramley</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So remember dearly, remember clearly<br>The canker of their clay sincerely<br>For they still warm us ever so dearly<br>With their glowing embers.<br>And sweeten our childhood, Septembers<br>Long into their own autumnal Novembers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Heathcote">Mark Heathcote</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455259" data-title="The family tree de Mark Heathcote" data-description="Old men cling to their gnarl-wooden sticks And wither from the cares of the world over Like apple blossom kissed silver with icy cold licks They know there are no more days of clover But from their flowering came the fruit The seed of wane-blown ..."></div> </div> </div>

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