. (from 1970)
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Someday I’m going to climb a tree
to reach its very highest limb
and there I’ll sit and listen to
the merry music of the wind.
Spying on the world below
from my secret hiding place
I’ll chuckle softly to myself
each time a bird flies past my face.
I’ll hug a branch and sing out loud:
way up here my eyes can fly!
Then climbing down most carefully
I’ll whisper, see you later, sky.
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(c) 1970, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

