“This Tree Belongs to Me,” Friend, June 2002, 30
This Tree Belongs to Me
This tree
Belongs to me.
I can read in it,
String beads in it.
I can sing in it,
Swing in it.
I can climb in it,
Rhyme in it.
I can hide in it,
Ride in it,
I can eat in it,
Do great feats in it.
I can creep in it,
Sleep in it—
For, you see,
This tree
Belongs to me.