The pines, the oaks, the cottonwoods
Bowed before the willow,
And I could see its branches dance
As I looked up from my pillow.
In Autumn I would climb atop.
And jump to leaves below.
In winter I would do the same
In piles of shoveled snow.
When spring brought summer
To my yard
It brought the kids as well
And we’d all make a day of it
From dawn to dinners bell.