I remember when i was five,

my favourite place to be,
was not school or the playground,
it was my special willow tree.

I could climb it and sit on it,
it would even give me shade,
sitting under it on a hot day,
with my little bucket and spade.

When i was twelve I'll never forget,
climbing up to the top of the tree,
I fell, i slipped and hit my head,
I broke my arm in three.

My parents roared
"thats enough, were sick of that damn tree"
"its coming down tomorrow"
"no more climbing for you, you see!"

I got out of hospital the very next day,
and came home to see,
a little knee high tree stump,
where my willow used to be.

I cried for weeks and weeks,
now where will i be?
i have no where else to sit,
i miss my willow tree.