Trees are important
Throwaway lines. Yesterday I found a sheet of paper on the kitchen floor, slightly crumpled, having been discarded from a backpack. My youngest son said he wrote this poem for a royal tree-planting event ages ago, and he forgot to hand it in:
Trees are important
trees are like bees
come out in summer
go back in winterwen bees get honey
we get apples or pears
or lemenons or orangesand you get joy
from when you laugh
or smileyou get trees for homes
for squrles, owls, birds
and much morethoe we are taking away there habitat
when we destroy someone’s habitat
or home
we destroy part of ourself
by Sam (8), written to celebrate the official planting of a special tree in Windsor. He thinks a member of the Royal Family did the honours, but he can’t recall who!
Sam wrote this weeks before he brought home Fantastic Mr. Fox from the school library: strangely significant in a spooky way. Check it out!
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That is very sweet. I love that you included the misspellings.
Comment by Brian— February 11, 2007 #
That’s adorable! I like the lemenons!
Comment by Darmok— February 12, 2007 #
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Pingback by Teach Your Children… « me no big chief…— March 8, 2007 #
Hi,
I am on a trip,
blogging reading I mean. 🙂
I have been here once in a while,
everytime it seems you get busier and busier.
I hope Sam is well and still enjoying the lemenons.
Comment by little indian— August 31, 2007 #
Dear little indian,
It’s lovely to hear from you! We are all well, surrounded by back-to-school supplies at the moment. Sam is very well, and says “Hi!”
He was just looking over my shoulder with his big brother, trying to remember the name of the park (Luco)where we saw a big fish years ago, and laughing at all the photos we skimmed along the way to try to jog our fading memories.
Comment by inel— August 31, 2007 #
nice. that reminds me of a poem i wrote ages ago called ELIFANT. it was after a trip to India in which we rode elephants. unsurprisingly, the poem was a lot to do with farts and poop.
Comment by t h rive— February 21, 2008 #
How very thoughtful on trees and environment.At the rate we are cutting and burning trees and froests and burning up oil and gas as fast as we can we will surely choke well before 2050. Old fogies will be gone but what of the young and future generations?
Comment by Saravan— July 9, 2008 #
came on this by chance in searching for Martin Parry; it made my day. Your son is very talented and I am happy to find a young person who loves trees.
Comment by Alexandra Simon— October 15, 2008 #
awwe! So cute! :)) Great poem though for an 8 year old! Congrats to him!
Comment by Maysie— March 3, 2009 #