Sunday, November 4, 2007

The Climbing Tree

This was written for Patti, the youngest, whose only place to get away from her
teasing brothers and sister was in Aunt Mable's big elm tree next door.

When I'm in the climbing tree
I seem to disappear
When Mom calls me to come in
I pretend I do not hear.

When she comes to find me
She looks both high and low
Until I shout with laughter
When she says, "Where did you go?"


(C)1965 by Margaret C. Arvanitis
Please give credit if you pass this on.

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