The Tree 
 

We never took much notice of that big old tree 
Until the day the workers came 
For what we thought, was to slay 

We built our hut in that big old tree 
Smoked tobacco from our fathersí pouches 
[Grandpa turning in his grave] 

Created plans to keep the girls away 
The lower swing was their domain 
On the warmest summer days 

They never took much notice of that big old tree 
Until the day the branch gave way 
I carved my name into that big old tree, carved my life away
 


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Jonathan Wilgermein
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