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Feb 13, 2025
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Plant a Tree
I went to bed and said my prayers,
Now I lay me down, free of cares.
I wished to swing from a mighty tree,
On a half-inch rope, wild and free,
Like Tarzan did, so bold and sleek,
A thrilling sight each single week.
I prayed for the rope, with hopeful plea,
But like a dope, it came not to me.
So I asked my dad, with hopeful start,
And he got that rope with a loving heart.
I was a good boy, to say my prayers true,
My dad came through, just like dads do.
But there was no tree, strong and tall,
No leafy boughs from which to call.
So I planted an acorn, small and brown,
That my dad handed, gently down.
And it grew and grew, a wondrous sight,
Into a young oak, strong and bright.
When I was fifteen, years had flown,
I fastened that rope, my very own,
Near the treetop high, I tied it fast,
My childhood dream, at last, at last!
I swung on that rope, with joyful glee,
Like Tarzan himself, wild and free.
I never hoped for the acorn small,
That gift from my dad, meant more than all.
He knew my dreams, he understood,
A tree to swing from, strong and good.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
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