Papa Tree

Through the dark woods,
Past the white house,
An old pine stood,
Bark wrinkled with age.
Sad sagging branches,
Strength enough for us,
Like extensions from his life.
We climbed through his limbs.
We kept that dark forest awake,
Our games, only imagination could make.
Hands sticky, we all laughed,
An excited drool of sap.
Please hold us up.
We promise to come back.
Giggles of happy days,
When it was just us,
In our old Papa tree.
Remember, in the wind,
He swayed.
With you and me.

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