As a boy I loved climbing them
and reading books while sitting on their limbs.
I’ve ripped poison oak vines off them
and I’ve sawed them up when they fell down where I didn’t want them to be.
In the winter they heat our home.
With my children I’ve rescued many that would have otherwise died.
I’ve planted lots of them
And I’ve cut some down.
I’ve eaten their fruit.
I’ve rested in their shade.
But I’ve never hugged one.