I WISH I WERE A TREE
(By Evelyn Motteram.) I wish I were a tree, a tall, slim one, And the brown-bodied bees would murWith long lacy fingers upreached to the mur to me, sun; Oh, but I'd have such company I I'd sleep every evening to wind lullabies, All the pale little winds would cradle I'd wake every morning to low, croon- near me, ing cries. And while they cradled they'd make a melody; All the little gTey birds would nest on Oh, I wish 1 were a tree, a tall, slim my boughs, one, And all through the noondays there With long, lacy fingers upreached to would they drowse; the sun!
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Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 49, 26 August 1933, Page 7
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113I WISH I WERE A TREE Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 49, 26 August 1933, Page 7
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