THAT BIG OAK TREE

THAT BIG OAK TREE

  By Betty Keyes Danielson,

  Albuquerque Writer

I see a big oak tree,

  it's branches reaching to the sky.

This big oak calls to me

  to soar up very high.

I shall throw a rope up over

  to make of it a swing.

I could fly up high above the clover

  like a bird with outstretched wing.

I will be content to lie

  under the big oak tree.

I'll dream of days gone by

  and listen to the hum of bees.

Time has taken a toll on me

  with days now  long gone by.

But I do clearly see

  in my dreams l shall fly.

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   FOR MIL'S...

   10/12/13

   Betty Keyes Danielson is an acclaimed historian and

   writer. She has been a personal friend for over fifty

   years. We worked together on many church projects

   with me as photographer.