Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Pageantry #511
Pageantry Front yard swing or back oasis, They are making fun filled spaces Where it's seen on smiling faces Life is made at ease, "Look, there in the breeze!" Orchards have them, parks do also, Hide and seeking where e'er we go, In a seabed or a plateau, "All ye in come free!" There's a noble steed Waiting for our "I'm safe" slapping, Climbing, clubhouse, or just napping Underneath an overlapping Limb menagerie, Every kind of breed, Oaks and birches, pines and maples, All the odd ones, all the staples, Every kind of one the ape knows Grows abundantly In our reverie Of the pageant tree. |
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Pageantry #511
Pageantry #511
