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WHAT'S    UP    IN    THAT    TREE?

(Just a "silly"!)

One of the first questions that I can remember,
“WHAT’S UP IN THAT TREE?”
It seemed a little strange at first,
When it was asked of me.

It all began one morning,
Months old…well, I was about three;
In my carriage…for a nap,
And, looking up…what did I see?

It was then…I heard them say,
“WHAT’S UP IN THAT TREE?”
I looked and looked again,
It looked okay to me.

Still, on the branch high above,
Sat a crow…not one or two…but, three;
Why, it was my friend Petey the crow,
He’d brought friends…me…to see!

Many years later…a repeat,
“WHAT’S UP IN THAT TREE?”
But, this time it was a red apple,
And, Gramma picked it…just for me.

Well, here we go…again,
The clock in the parlor rang off…three;
It was time for our 'snack'…now,
A delicious apple pie…come and see!

The mystery was still there,
Yes…“WHAT’S UP IN THAT TREE?”
This time I would find out,
When that question came back to me.

This time…I was much older,
I would guess…maybe about three;
I had learned to sit, to walk, to talk,
And, climb…yes, now I’d see!

It still comes back to haunt me,
The question…“WHAT’S UP IN THAT TREE?”
For…when I got up there,
Nothing…nothing could I see.

Now, I am so very much older,
Would you believe ninety-three?
I stopped climbing trees…years ago,
For I don’t care, WHAT’S UP IN THAT TREE?…you see!

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June 11, 2004

Aimee Love
(LHG)


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