TALL TREES...

"When I was a young lad, I loved climbing tall trees,
I'd have scrapes on my arms, and cuts on my knees.
The taller, the better, I'd scramble up to the top,
then hang from the branches, while threatening to drop.
As we ran through Spinney Woods, all havin' a lark,
I craved the aroma of leaves, and the textures of tree bark.
On hearing black crows circling above their high swaying nest,
I scaled the magnificent Elm, a crows egg was my quest.
Reaching through the dense twigs, my hand touched a young chick,
and not thinking twice, I grabbed the chick quick!
With enraged crows, now only feet from my head,
if I fell from the high branches, I would surely be dead.
Crazy with anger, the crows carried on their attack!
They gave me no choice....I quickly put the little chick back!
When I got down on the ground, I was weak at the knees,
but it never, ever stopped me from climbing tall trees."

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