On Highway 281, the Wishing Tree stood
A
sentinel grand, just doing us good.
Scarred by vandals, we painted
his side
He was our friend, whatever betide.
Many a traveler rested there
A pause refreshing,
from the sun's hot glare.
Every child - and didn't you
Make a
wish for it would come true?
The salesman tooted as he sped by
'Twould bring good luck, he'd give it a try.
Now in the ditch, the proud monarch lies
No more
to bring our petitions to the One on High.
The road must be built,
that's progress today
In our memories, forever, the Wishing Tree
will stay.