The Pecan tree in my back yard
My brothers would climb it
And shake the branches
Until the pecans rained down.
The chinaberry tree in our front yard
Good for me to climb.
With low hanging branches.
But nasty smelling berries.
The flowering peach tree
In our backyard field
I climbed and sat for awhile
Surveying the blue, blue sky
Of a summer day.
The huge oak tree holding
A rope and tire swing
Across the neighbors' back yard
Thrusting high, higher, up and away.
The purple flowers
On the ancient Wisteria vine
Growing and twisting up the oak tree
Half in our back yard
And half in Mrs Woods' yard.
The Japanese maples
In our townhouse front yard
Red leaves and interesting shape.
With low branches
For visiting grand children to climb.
Since, sadly, Now, I'm too old to climb a tree.
;)
6 comments:
Sigh. Climbing trees is sheer heaven.
And I left a note for you at my place re: cakewalks.
My tree climbing days have been gone for a long time but your post made me remember why I used to love it as a child.
I can't remember the last time I climbed a tree...oh maybe a gazillion years ago. But once I did use to love it. Nice post Chancy... ~Joy
OK...now, all I have to do is to find a tree with a branch that is low enough to see if I can still climb a tree. It has only been about 18 years since I taught our granddaughter to climb one.
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P.S. Somehow, I'm thinking that you are kidding us when you say that you can no longer climb a tree, Clancy. I think that you could do anything!
Speaking of tree climbing -- this brought back memories, not only of my exploits, BUT we had a dog we rescued from the Pound who amazed our neighbors by climbing our tree to carefully walk out on a branch and spy on them when they'd go out in their backyard. This was a pretty good size dog - German Short-Haired Pointer -- funniest thing they and we ever saw!
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