The tree that knew me.

My tree will know it all
The tree of my childhood
With the endless branches
And the many whispers
Time that it can only measure

My tree remembers
The boy with the wind in his hair
The boy with the crazy laughter
The boy with the fear of living and of lifes unknowns
The boy I used to be

Before the internet or the mac
Playstation Nintendo and games that attack.

My tree remembers me
Clinbing its branches into the sky
Hung on its strong limb
A swing
Of rope and wood.

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poem by Howard Johnson
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