Family Tree

One of my grandma Isabel Leslie Dingledy’s poems,

this one to me, Lynn Haines Dingledy  in the 1950s. 

“From Holyrood to Hollywood

The tree spread, bare and old;

A dying tree, no more to know

How springtime leaves unfold.


Or so it seemed ’til one glad May

The old tree’s roots struck down…

The taproots nourished anciently

In a far off Scottish town.


Once more the tree is learning

The joy a young shoot brings

As on a branch late-flowering

A little linnet sings.”


😢  😊



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