C.J. Heck

Rookie - 207 Points (August 10 / Born in Columbus OH - living in Florida)

The Money Tree (Children) - Poem by C.J. Heck

I dreamed I grew a money tree
outside in my yard.
My job was to care for it
and I worked very hard.

I saw that it was watered.
It grew so straight and tall
and when the money ripened
I picked it in the fall.

The flowers were green dollar bills,
the seeds inside were coins,
and others grew and glittered
where all the branches joined.

On windy days I stood below
and held a great big bucket.
Other days I climbed right up
to find one ripe and pluck it.

People say that money
doesn't really grow on trees.
I know. I only wish it did
just like in my dreams.


Comments about The Money Tree (Children) by C.J. Heck

  • (1/31/2017 1:42:00 PM)


    Does this poem appear in any of your children's collections (Barking Spider) ? (Report) Reply

    Cj Heck (2/1/2017 11:27:00 AM)

    Hello Tara! Thank you for your interest. Yes, the poem is in my first book, which was published in 2000. It's still available through Amazon:

    https: //www.amazon.com/Barking-Spiders-Other-Stuff-Second/dp/1563152215/ref=sr_1_1? ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1262457459&sr=1-1

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  • Kim Barney (1/31/2016 5:07:00 PM)


    I must echo Patricia Grantham's sentiments. All of us have wished for a money tree at some time or another. We can keep on wishing, can't we? (Report) Reply

    Cj Heck (1/31/2016 7:12:00 PM)

    We sure can. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, Kim.

  • Patricia Grantham (1/14/2016 5:46:00 AM)


    Very nice and enjoyable read about a money tree. A wish that most of us
    have made at one time or another. Love it,
    (Report) Reply

    Cj Heck (1/14/2016 6:14:00 AM)

    Thank you, Patricia.

  • (12/6/2005 3:36:00 AM)


    Great imagery. Well done.

    S
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  • (6/28/2005 8:18:00 AM)


    And people say that money
    ain't really grown on trees
    some also say that honey
    is not made by the bees.

    But I do know that money
    grows only in the night
    I'll get up for my honey
    and watch the pretty sight

    of dollar bills bright green
    all fluttering in the breeze
    I am so very keen
    that I climb up and seize

    a bucket full of dollars
    to take home to invest
    when my sweet honey hollers
    'Please pick, for me, the rest! '
    (Report) Reply

  • (6/28/2005 7:42:00 AM)


    Don't we all! ! Good poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 28, 2005



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