Give me my trees
For swings and things
For upside-down dawdles
Dizzies and dings
Oh spare me the beach
And the mountains of snow
And the rivers that run
And the oceans that flow
Just give me my forest
The oaks and the pines
I’ll dance in their shadows
I’ll hang on their vines
I’ll stay with my trees
Every swish and sway
I’ll bend my own boughs
I’ll stay the whole day
4 thoughts on “My Trees”
Nice poem.
I belive I hear the wind through the pines.
Love it!!!
Love this!