My Wooden Anchor Is My Place
In my childhood days, there was a tree
living out in the country so much to see
there it stood right middle of swing park
many happy hours spent there up to dark
I'm no expert on trees but this was big
both in thickness and a great height
there's no count of the times passed it by
it was always there strong and right
Every night after school dashing over
to have fun on swings look straight on
before my eyes that great friend of mine
filling my mind for one day it'll be gone
Some nights just love to play soccer
venue swing park surrounds real wood
but Mother calls me in for the tea
don't want to go for I'm in the right mood
My wooden anchor is my place
feel securely safe really very sure
just me and that trunk of wood
my memories there so very pure
(Tea in 4th stanza would mean your evening meal, it was called our tea in Scotland.)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2018
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