A memory of trees
Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to climb trees
When life became difficult she would grab her favourite book,
and climb the tallest tree she could find.
and climb the tallest tree she could find.
There she would sit for hours,
swinging her feet,
feeling the breeze rustle the leaves,
listening to the birds,
and getting blissfully lost in Wonderland.
The trees became her guardians,
her sentinels.
her sentinels.
When she grew up, life became less difficult, and she had the warmth of her husbands arms, and the kisses of her own child to comfort her during times of trial.
But upon seeing these magnificent giants, she remembered her old friends,
and wished for young legs and a copy of Alice In Wonderland - just one more time.
and wished for young legs and a copy of Alice In Wonderland - just one more time.
Kiama - January 2014
Quite poetic!
ReplyDeleteThose trees are astonishing!
There's something wonderfully other-worldly about some of your posts. By the way, what Caedmon REALLY liked was a MacDonald's banana milkshake.
ReplyDeleteThank you both very much ^_^
ReplyDeleteAhh Caedmon is a man of wondrous taste ^_~
I love Alice in Wonderland too! And where better to read it than in a huge tree. A lovely post.
ReplyDeleteThere's no better place ^_^
ReplyDeleteFaire le tour d'un arbre, en marchant sur sa base, sans mettre les pieds par terre. Un jeu sans fin pour un enfant.
ReplyDeleteActually that's what my daughter was doing when I took her photo :D
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story.
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