The Tree, In the Corner of the Woods

The Tree, In The Corner of The Woods That tree, in the corner of the woods? The one that peers' over the top in a valley, high off the cliffs ridge just over there, Blue Hills. The joyous time, to figure the thought of the grain in them trees. That tree, in the corner of the woods, now over here. I'd walked that far already, by this Weeping Willow now. I didn't see it weep once, not a tear! The Hickory tree I smoked my fish with, was by the Ash trees. It was a mere glimpse of the valley, a view of a grand ole' daddy Black Oak, seen as it stood. That Zebrawood tree, I made a bowl to eat my cereal with, was not as purple as the Purpleheart tree when I carved a shoe. But softer than the Babinga tree, when I carved an orange boot out of it! That tree in the corner of the woods? Was the Mahogany tree, the top-of-line boats that sailboats are built of, turned out to be an Apple tree? George Washington would love them, haha!? The tree, in the corner of the woods? The Olive tree looking humbled, the olive wasn't quite ripe enough for the martini. The tree, in the corner of the woods? The Teak tree that needed to leak, made your fruit look so good on your table. The tree, in the corner of the woods? Stands taller than all the others, where they wish they could rise tall. The tree, in the corner of the woods? Just peering over the top in a valley seeking its joy, trying to figure the thought of the grand ole' daddy Black Oak! The tree, in the corner of the woods? It was a mere glimpse of what my valley held. It was in those trees, a valley held in the woods, the view to this grand ole' daddy Black Oak, seen as it stood as one. Revised Edition - September 25, 2020 10:43 AM