"Poet-Tree"
With squirreling thoughts running 'round in my head
First this branch
Next that one
They need to be said!
The Red-headed pecker will pound up the beat:
Rat a tat
Rat a tat
Rat a tat tat
My wiggling toes explore paths of the past
Precious and
Painful mix
Lessons that last
So standing in Sunshine or showering rain
Truth softly
Whispers its
Charming refrain
Heart suddenly bursting with Glorious Song
I clap all my hands
And the birds
Sing along
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