Outside was a perfect 10 today! It was one of those clear and warm sunny days that make you feel like you just hit the jackpot, because it landed on a Sunday. For me, this time of year is really special--everything is so fresh and green, and most of the flowers are already in a full bloom. Sitting out on my deck drinking a cup of morning coffee, I couldn't help but admire a number of towering fir trees proudly standing off in the distance. In fact the sight of their incredible beauty inspired me to start thinking about a children's poem I had written a few years ago, so I decided to share it with you.

THE PERFECT TREE

By

Kent D. Walsh

(Uncle Kent)

When I was a little boy,

I found a tiny seed,

Everyday I watered it,

And it grew into a tree.

The winter winds would wonder in,

And I'd brush away the snow,

Then the spring would come again,

And again the tree would grow.

Through the hottest part of summer,

I'd shade the tiny tree,

And after several summers,

The tree was shading me.

When the autumn season's came,

The leaves would begin to fall,

And I would go and rake those leaves,

Every one and all.

After many years,

I forgot the tree was there,

But still it kept on growing,

Despite it's lack of care.

Now the day had finally come,

When we would move away,

I saw my yard the final time,

And the tree where I had played.

I remembered all the fun I had,

And how I loved it so,

All the times I climbed on it,

And how I helped it grow.

Then a happy feeling came,

Of which I could not hide,

For the couple that bought our home,

Had two children by their side.

As they ran into the yard,

I heard the two kids say,

Yes it is a perfect tree,

And we'll play there, every day.

Thanks for clicking in,

Uncle Kent