When I was just a
child,
Each and every day I
lived
Not giving two-pence
for I had no
Two-pence I could
give.
I picked apples and
berries
and I ate them all
for tea.
I said, “One day, I will be fat.
But that’s all right
with me.”
I went into the Woods
one day
In crispy Autumn air,
In search of nothing,
really,
Just to find out what
was there.
I tripped over a rock
which sent me
falling to the
ground.
To see if I had hurt
the rock,
I quickly turned
around.
The rock said he was
very well,
And so I ventured on:
Deeper into the Woods
where shadows
Came, and then were
gone.
I came across an old
Oak Tree
And settled down to
rest.
He moaned, “Tell me a
story,”
I replied, “I’ll do
my best.”
I told him all the
tales I knew
From minstrels with
their harps.
The Old Oak groaned
with happiness
And stretched his
ancient bark.
When I had finished,
my Old Tree
was silent once
again.
I knew his life was
over,
His adventure at an
end.
I sadly trudged back
through the Woods
Back to my little
home
And as I came out to
the path,
I heard a familiar
groan.
The Wind was stirring
all the trees
Along the forest
path,
I felt it sweep
against me, saying
“Thanks for one last
laugh.”
And so with gladness
in my heart
I cantered through my
fields
To supper, family and
home
And joy that never
yields.
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