The Centurion

Ah! Once I was a mighty knight...

A strong and noble, lacy sight.

My branches reaching out to hold

One-hundred summers,

And enfold the brilliant sunshine...

The glistening dew

Of Texas’ blessings,

Through which I grew.

My roots grasped deep within the earth.

’twas such the manner of my birth.

And thrive, I did, for many days

To offer much, in many ways.

A pungent soul...

A core so pure...

My sacrifice,

Which will endure

A pyre set to honor some,

With glowing coals

And fiery goals.

Yes!  My name is MESQUITE. 

I give my life,

So others may relieve the strife

Of giving taste to humble meals.

I wither while the death knell peals.

So ends my century of numbered time.

I gladly bow to humankind.

Thou taketh not my life in vain.

Yea,  burn me well. 

And strew my ashes ’neath the rain.