Trouble Tree
Dusty Ole Jim
Mom ..Me.. and my Trouble Tree
When I was a young lad
and did something mean or bad .
to get Mom mad at me .
I would go outside feeling sad .
and climb my trouble tree .
It was a big old elm
out in our back yard .
And that big old tree
for me often stood guard .
It was there that I found
as I began to ascend .
My troubles stayed it seems
below me on the ground .
When I would finally come down
.
It was mom I would have to go see .
and on her face there`d be a frown .
But she always accepted my apology .
She has been gone now for many a year
.
The frown on her face at times I can still see .
But in my heart as I hold her near .
That frown, you see, is still guiding me .
So now as I climb my trouble tree
.
My life, these days, is fairly sound .
I feel her smile shining down on me .
And my troubles tumble to the ground .
Written by:
Dusty-Ole`-Jim-
©05-09-02
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