Mother's Watch Poem by Bradley Lancour

Rainbow butterflies,
And circular cow-pies,
Tufts of spiked green grass,
The bellow of the obnoxious jackass.

Large and fully branched maple tree
with leaves trimmed as if for me.
To make a lovely, shady place
Where one can rest without a trace.

With boards and nails tied up tight,
I make the ascent and am out of sight.
A board across here and another there,
I can lay down in my little boy's lair.

Suddenly I hear a noise below.
It is the lonely, ornery bull.
He's come I'm sure to make me frown,
And trample me six feet into the ground.

I'll wait him out.
Or would it be wiser to shout?
Would anyone hear me yell?
Or am I doomed? Pray tell.

Now after such a terrible fright,
I hear a familiar voice and a sight.
Mother has chased away my fear,
causing the lonely, ornery bull to disappear.

I climb down with care,
And Mother hugs me tightly there.
She watched me wander, unaware,
As only a Mother takes such care.