The Magic Tree is a very big deal at our house. Every morning, it leaves a gift for our grandchildren on the ground above its massive roots. We're not sure how the tree always knows when they are in town, but he has never missed once!
What a majestic and magical friend he is...and definitely one of the highlights of every trip to Grandma and Grandpa's house.
The Magic Tree
for Jeremiah, Carli and Bryce
c2009, Susan Noyes Anderson
My best friend is a live oak tree.
His branches shade and shelter me.
Beneath these arms of green, each day,
I come to sit and read and play.
If you look up and squint your eyes,
think hard of golden butterflies,
and drink one drop of morning dew,
you'll see him smiling down on you.
Not every grown-up sees his face
but Grandpa sees it (just in case
you don't believe me) and what's more;
around the back, we've found a door.
A tiny door, for elf or gnome,
or other folk who make a home
inside my wondrous, magic tree.
Each night, they leave a gift...for me!
1 comment:
I love it--so enchanting and magical. And it was lovely reading about it with the background music. It all seems to go together!
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