My Willow Tree
School's out now it's summertime fun
The gang is here playtimes begun
In your branches we would stay
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JoAnn, what a beautiful poems reflecting on ones childhood. Those lovely memories of our innocent days before the big old world encroached and to corrupt us. Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. Dodgy Dave
It`s been years since i climed a tree, hey JoJo come clime with me...
Is this the willow tree you were telling me about in your comment about my fireflies poem? It sounds like the same one you described. We also had a treehouse in a big poplar tree in our yard. Those surely were the good ole days, huh? Great memories.