In 1984, I lived near the banks of the Little Calumet River in South Holland, Ill. I used to take walks in the old fields on my way to the river and always admired a huge old bur oak tree that stood proud and alone. One day the tree was gone. It was taken!
Tearfully, I took a piece from the many pieces on the ground and I stitched a "testament" to my old friend. Today, 34 years later, that tree and testament still hang proudly on my wall.
Here I stood strong and tall since 1860
120 years I stretched my arms to the sun
my corky bark protected me from the fires
On this prairie
Many saw me, used me
some knew and loved me;
but one has heard my message
and here I remain...