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[title] => Where Imagination is Rooted
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[bodytext] => I climb and I climb the branches And it matters not to me, Eucalyptus, Oak or Fir Any kind of tree. But the trees are everywhere The decision seems so hard. Today I think I’ll choose a pine, A giant in my back yard. Climbing, climbing, climbing, As the pitch sticks to each hand I am high up in the tree And I am in command. I’m the captain of a space ship Or the pilot of a plane. I’m a fire-breathing dragon Or a bird in a hurricane. I look out to the horizon From the branch on which I stand, At the other trees and mountains And the color changing land. Unicorns eat the daffodils, Mermaids swim deep in the sea Jackalopes are hopping Through the forest peacefully. Now the wind is chilly As the sun begins to set And I’m upon the balcony With glowing Juliet. She speaks to me through the night And says “It’s time to play again, It’s time for you to look out west Be on your guard for little men.” But where are they, I just don’t know As I climb even higher. There they are, I see them Dwarves with axes and with fire. Here they come to claim my tree But I won’t let them take her. I will fight with all my might And I promise I will save her. I put on all my armor and I pick up my sword Raising it into the sky I whisper: Help me Lord. “Son it’s time for supper,” I hear my mother say. I hug my tree and I climb down “I’ll be back another day!” [comments] => 5 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Egyptian_Smudge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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