Spring Tree
It felt just like Spring,
Rain was meant to come,
Instead we basked,
In the gentle sun.
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We gathered pine cones,
From the fallen tree,
The kids and I,
Were giggling.
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They explored the limbs,
Climbing up high,
Their laughed echoed,
Against the blue sky.
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Our chore had turned,
Into such pleasure,
Who would've thought,
Fallen trees held treasure.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2015
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