In the corner of my room <br />Curled up with my chin on my knees <br />I think about those days in the trees <br /> <br />At the edge of a corn field <br />Stood our five trees <br />Slow dancing, in the summer breeze <br /> <br />While the sun shone down <br />The shade would pass <br />Over entwined bodies laying in the grass <br /> <br />The swing you made <br />The heart I broke <br />The love we found <br />The innocence I lost <br /> <br />That summer has long gone <br />And nothing remains <br />Except our names <br /> <br />Mine carved on a branch of a tree <br />Yours etched on stone in a cemetery<br /><br />Donna Elouise James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-in-the-trees/
