Trees and Things

I love big Oak trees with strong trunks, I watched them at night from my upper bunk, Tall Elm trees with leaves so green- It was comforting, at night, just to sit and dream. I loved those trees that grew in our yard- I would play in and around them until I grew tired- Sometimes I would sit under one and let the wind blow- It would tickle my neck and cool my hot toes. I was just a kid then, no worries or cares- Just being natural- sometimes taking a dare- Or I'd go out in the pasture looking for bears, But all I found were two old mares. Those trees still stood as I grew up- The Maple tree would seem to offer me a cup Of her delicious, Maple syrup To put in coffee or tea while we watched the Cougars on TV. Now I am old, but the trees are still there, Now I have to sit under them in a rocking chair- No more climbing or running around, I just listen to the wind making whistling sounds.