I dreamed I grew a money tree <br />outside in my yard. <br />My job was to care for it <br />and I worked very hard. <br /> <br />I saw that it was watered. <br />It grew so straight and tall <br />and when the money ripened <br />I picked it in the fall. <br /> <br />The flowers were green dollar bills, <br />the seeds inside were coins, <br />and others grew and glittered <br />where all the branches joined. <br /> <br />On windy days I stood below <br />and held a great big bucket. <br />Other days I climbed right up <br />to find one ripe and pluck it. <br /> <br />People say that money <br />doesn't really grow on trees. <br />I know. I only wish it did <br />just like in my dreams.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-money-tree-children/
