As a kid I’d sit in an old apple tree,
And listen to the wind sing to me –
O such memories as a boy . . .
Thinking back to a time of joy!
Through my
eyes I hope you can see?
A little
kid sitting in an apple tree,
Not knowing
what life was going to be!
My world was innocent – can you see?
Just me and the wind in that old tree –
An impressionable mind of a boy,
All my days were filled with joy!
Now my
world has changed you see,
An innocent
mind can no longer be,
But often I
return to that old tree!
Epaphroditus© December 7, 2023
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