The Tree That Knew Me. Poem by Howard Johnson

My tree will know it all
The tree of my childhood
With the endless branches
And the many whispers
Time that it can only measure

My tree remembers
The boy with the wind in his hair
The boy with the crazy laughter
The boy with the fear of living and of lifes unknowns
The boy I used to be

Before the internet or the mac
Playstation Nintendo and games that attack.

My tree remembers me
Clinbing its branches into the sky
Hung on its strong limb
A swing
Of rope and wood.
Telling me I should
Swing as high as I could
Touch the weightless sky
On the magical piece of wood
I can fly and pierce the sky.

My tree remembers
Red Light
Green light
Outdoor street light
Before
My first crush or even a kiss
Dodgeball
And street baseball
Red rover
Red rover
Please come over
And play
Hide and seek
Take cover
And be meek

In my tree
Is everything I want to be.
Imaganary places
People
Creatures
And mystical things

High In my tree
I can see the world
But no one can see me...

My tree remembers me
The boy I use to be

My tree does not know what happened to me
My life has no room for fasanations of fantasys
Now complacted full of responsibilities
I have no time
To many dead lines

My tree looked at me
And said this is where you should be..

One day I drove hurriedly by.....
The pain of progress has its cost
And my tree has lost its spot
It was no longer needed for shade and play,
And its slow pace way
Was its end.

In my heart that tree and me are not appart.