the tree

I was looking through my saplings memorabilia and found this little poem i think she was about 8 when she wrote it, her mother being a tree i thought it quite apt.... her spelling her words.

tall old leaning tree
streaching out towards me
your old and chiped
your wood is dipped
tall old leaning tree streaching out towards me
tall old leaning tree streaching out your branches high
with your bumpy bark
so very very dark
tall old leaning tree streaching out towards me
o tall old leaning tree streaching out towards me
the wind is so strong somethings bound to go rong
oh tall old leaning tree dont fall down ontop of me


It made me smile i hope it does you.. willow......xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx