I’ve always liked a Weeping Willow <br />Her hanging skirt enshrouded me <br />I’d pull the leaves along the bark <br />And throw them to the sharks I see <br /> <br />And helicopters fell from Maples <br />And hand grenades were pulled for fun <br />From Magnolia’s favorite fragrance <br />I’d duck and roll and jump and run <br /> <br />I’d hide behind the snowball lady <br />Or blend in red Azalea style <br />And keep away from poisoned vine <br />And swim in seas of green grass pile <br /> <br />The Oak would offer up some nuts <br />Black Walnuts found around the ground <br />Would feed the furry legged rodents <br />Who scattered quickly from the hounds <br /> <br />My world of plants and trees and things <br />Kept me entertained, you see <br />A natural kind of boyhood rising <br />Natural world for natural me<br /><br />Keith Parsons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plants-and-trees/
