The Tree of Awesome

Up in the tree I longed to sit,

Book in hand and pipe well lit,

Sitting, staring, watching, gazing,

Many cows to see and all were grazing,

While bird song flowed just over head,

Too nice a place for books to be read,

And there I’d sit until night-time came,

With stars to watch, all in flame,

No nicer place could be found,

Unless my friends were on the ground,

To the highest branches they would climb,

Then sit and dwell and talk in rhyme