The walnut tree
When I was small,I always sat under my favorite walnut tree,
It sat in the front yard for all the world to see.
I always cracked the walnuts to put into my large bowl,
I always ate large handfuls for me to grow.
My mother would put them in homemade candy that she made,
She sometimes would sell the walnut candy,when they had a parade.
The walnut tree was a special place,I would stay all the time,
I even had a dream catcher under it,to hear it chime.
I would sleep two hours at a time under that walnut tree,
With my bloodhound lazing beside me.
My walnut tree was so special in everyway,
Me and my friends would play around it,every hour in the day.
My bloodhound passed a couple of days ago,
It's now in the middle of November and its starting to snow.
I buried my dog under the walnut tree,
I knew he liked it as good as me.