Every tree has stories like mineSome are memories fair and sweetbut some have sadness to defineNow hear my stories clear and neatSome are memories fair and sweetlike the treaty of our dear Pennwho had no idea to cheatHe spread friendship mat for menBut some have sadness to defineas his deed brought hostilityfor I saw blood and earth combineending the long tranquilityNow hear my stories clear and neatof how I'm still well protectedbut echoes of that war cry still greetmy nights that hear funeral bells
*In 1683 William Penn entered into a Treaty with Tamanend, a chief of the Lenape tribe under an elm tree in Shackamaxon. The peace lasted only for about 70 years as Penn's Creek Massacre happened in 1755.
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