The Scariest Tree
I'm only 4 and three foot tall and the world is a scary old space
Me and my mates know of a place where the scariest tree stands tall.
Over the farmers gate across by the lake
stands the scariest tree in the world .
The trunk of the tree leans towards me, and splits at the top to make two long arms .
Now as the sun sets and it catches the light it looks like its coming for me .
I sprint for the gate before its to late as the scariest tree reaches out .
Back home safe at last with tales to tell dad
I sit down for a well deserved tea ,
I then play some games and watch the TV and before long its bed time for me,
I fall fast asleep and this is the time the scariest tree gets me.
true story over the fields at the end of my street . cheers
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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