The Apple Tree


I wish i could go back to a better time
When things were easier in my mind
Find that old Apple tree i used to climb
On those long summer nights that never seemed to end.

I can still see Grandma and Grandpa sitting on the old swing
They were going on ninety still holding hands
We all sat around them, being loved all the same
We were the court and they were Queen and King

Those wonderful summer nights
Hanging with my friends
Arguing about sports,girls and life
we thought it was our divine right
To lay under those starry lights
And that it would never end.

We were gypsy\’s in a different land
We looked out for each other
and never worried about times shifting sands
We would never grow old, we would always be around

But Time is an evil master that none of us can survive
So as i stand at your Grave, i say so long my Gypsy Compadre
It was a pleasure to have been your friend
Your passing leaves a hole in our world
You never let us down
I just wish i could have been there for you at the end

Another one is gone of the group of ten
All the four of us left can do is stare
As they lower your casket into the ground
I wonder, will that Apple tree ever be found

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Cruising Memory’s


What sets off a memory,i have no idea but today one occurred. I received a C.D. from a friend in Texas and when i played it a whole slew of memory’s came flashing back to me. They are not life altering memories and who knows maybe not all of them are real. But for some reason they are there and i feel the need to tell them so bear with me while i go back to 1976.
An early fall evening and i am cruising down the back roads of my town just turned 19,3 friends and myself a case of Molson Diamond and some cinci bud,the 1969 Dodge
coronet running smoothly and some Kiss[destroyer] playing on the cassette deck. Fighting over which movie we are going to see,i want Taxi Driver, Tony wants All the Presidents Men,big Bill wants to go see the Omen and Gary says the Bad news bears cause that is where most of the girls will be so we argue a little more and decide to just get some more beer and keep driving. Gas at 29 cents a gallon seems good so we keep going. We continue to argue over who has the best new album out right now,Aerosmith rocks,AC/DC high voltage,Blue Oyster Cult Agents of Fortune or the debut album of some band called Boston,we reach no decision and decide to listen to them all. More beer and a little more bud and next thing we know the debate is who would win a drinking contest our Prime minister Pierre Trudeau or the American President Gerald Ford we decide it would be Trudeau because we would be using Canadian beer. The conversation continues as we discuss this new show called Charlies Angels and just who is the hottest of them all no contest as we all agree Farrah Fawcett is the most doable. The topic then becomes the just completed Montreal Olympics and how poor Canada did,we discuss the Son of Sam killings in New York city,the Hoopla in the U.S. over the Bi-centennial,this new band we have heard about called the Ramones,as yet we have not heard them but they sound interesting,we discuss our girls,drink more beer and then remember that it is almost 11:00 and we have to get to one of our homes to watch Saturday Night Live. After that things get a little hazy but thats o.k. this memory is a good one and i will treasure it. And while the 4 of us don’t get together that often anymore we all still remember the nights we want to. So to my Friend in Grand Praire Texas thank you for the Nitzinger C.Ds and for the memory’s they brought back.