Ray Hansell

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The Tree's And Me (For B.H.) - Poem by Ray Hansell

I remember as a child
I loved to climb up tree's
But whenever I did this
Sometimes I skinned my knee's

But I never let it stop me
Even if blood was seen
I'd still climb that tree
To find a place to dream

Of course I liked the big tree's
Because their limbs were strong
I'd find a way to climb up
But it never really took me long

I'd use the tree branches
Like people use a ladder
Sometimes it took a long time
But that didn't really matter

The only thing that was important
Was getting up that tree
I would sit there so proud
I'd be happy as could be

Now it may not seen like much to you
But to me it was a conquest
I'd climb all the tree's one by one
I'd pass each and every test

There was not a tree around
That I had not climbed
I had so much confidence
I thought I could climb them blind

Once I made it up a tree
I'd sit on a limb and dream
Sometimes the view that I could see
Was the prettiest I'd ever seen

I felt so safe and happy
High up in a tree
I felt as if I was in Gods arms
And that nothing could harm me

Even now that I'm fully grown
I still stop and look at tree's
I sometimes think to my self
I could climb that tree with ease

But of course being older
Tree climbing now is only a wish
But I'm here to tell you
My tree climbing days I miss


9-14-14/RjH


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014


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