Tumbling Down

It reminded me of one of grandma's poems written
because we kids had to play in a lawn with no
trees, shrubs and shade when we were little.
ARBOR DAY THOUGHTS
The little farmhouse sits alone
There in the glaring sun;
No shrub or tree to offer shade–
No place for having fun.
Those children in the summer heat,
Where shall their haven be?
No hideout to climb into here–
A fellow needs a tree!
A tree from which to hang a swing;
Bushes for "hide and seek,"
With nesting birds for wonderment;
Lilacs a'smelling sweet.
And what's to tempt the butterfly
Or lure the wandering bee?
And where can all the pirates lurk?
A kiddie needs a tree!
©1973 HB Stevens