under a cottonwood (for the love of trees series)

it was you
oh carefree cottonwood

giving shelter
and flight

to the fanciful dreams
of childhood


*I think my love affair with trees began as a young girl. Have you ever seen or read the book A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson? The copy i remember had a beautiful line drawing of a young girl lying under a tree reading a book. I didn't read my books under trees but i did often run through the pastures to my favorite cottonwood, lie down in the deep grass and watch the clouds pass over. That wise old cottonwood never said a word but he gave me hours of comfort and friendship.