My Tree

A hobbled old lady, yelled at me I was swinging, in my favorite tree Oh, how happy, I will be When the old gal, can no longer see I know this sounds, cruel of me But, climbing that thing, gives me such glee I don't care, if she breaks my knee I'm going to keep, scaling this tree You just can't believe, how far I see Half the world, at least to me "Don't call, Mom Or Dad", I plea Leave me alone, you old banshee Sitting sheltered, in its lee It blocks the cold, to some degree God, I love this, great old tree Here is where, I'd always be I'll drink discomfort, like it were tea Build a nest, and a bird I'll be Listen up, to my decree "Leave me alone." Mrs. Giacobbi