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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Great Oak Tree
Dedicated to my daughter Abby, the little squirrel I carried.
I am like a great oak tree housing a tiny squirrel
preparing for the winter.
She runs up and down my huge limbs and
jumps from branch to branch, eating
all the foliage.
She is a happy little squirrel.
When are you coming out to play little one?
When the sun is shining?
Libby Diane Baker Sweiger
Copyright ©2009 Libby Diane Baker Sweiger
This is a poem I wrote and dedicated to my daughter when I was carrying her. I was like a great tree and she was like a boisterous squirrel exercising in the winter. (Poetry.com)
I am like a great oak tree housing a tiny squirrel
preparing for the winter.
She runs up and down my huge limbs and
jumps from branch to branch, eating
all the foliage.
She is a happy little squirrel.
When are you coming out to play little one?
When the sun is shining?
Libby Diane Baker Sweiger
Copyright ©2009 Libby Diane Baker Sweiger
This is a poem I wrote and dedicated to my daughter when I was carrying her. I was like a great tree and she was like a boisterous squirrel exercising in the winter. (Poetry.com)
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