Sailing the Seas In a Pecan Tree

The wind billows out from the seat of his britches With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar pieces to the uppermost yoke of an old pecan tree He is Captain on board, in pretend salty breezes From his perch in the bird's nest, the world's in his view A small town boy, who has never seen oceans sails a fantasy vessel, where his wishes come true The tall cornstalks stand duty, in the weedy-field waters He breaks off a branch and a sword fight ensues.. He says "Tally Ho...Land Ahoy!!" to his crew Dogs are barking below. He must shout out a warning "There are sharks all around, so his shipmates must heed!" He is Master Commander, the ruler of nations He dreams of adventure from his loft in the tree As he watches the clouds sail across a blue sea Till his mother calls him in, for his suppertime leave ~ Well, little boys grow, and a childhood will fade The leaf of the pecan, no longer holds shade Now a stump of the tree, is all that is left Yet the memory still thrives, so deep in his breast When the weight of the world comes tumbling down He visits this place with the stump in the ground The rings wrap around him, to take him aboard To a ship from his childhood, a place he adored Tonight he will sleep in a bed of contentment From his bunk he will dream he is sailing the seas Tomorrow he'll climb up the steps to his vessel Tomorrow he'll be where the eagles fly free.... ...........................................................................................................