Do The Trees Really Talk, by Dean Bolton

Do the trees really talk, does the wind really whistle

and how is it donkeys eat dry, spiky thistles?


Is it really the truth, do pigs fly by,

how long grows a nose, if you tell a tall lie?


If one is for sorrows, two for joys

do sweet things make girls, do bad things make boys?


If you wait for a bus for a very long time

they arrive altogether in a long, long line.


But across the road going the other way,

there’s bus after bus for the whole darn day.


How can a worm can be cut down the middle,

and two seconds later both halves start to wriggle?


How does a chicken without its head

run round for a while before it’s dead?


How can a chameleon change from green,

to brown to white till it can’t be seen?


How is it that leaves turn four shades of brown,

before they let go and fall straight to the ground?


There’s weird and wonderful, animals and birds

in stories and tales of old I’ve heard?


I wonder as I walk down my street,

and take in the wonderful things I meet.


Whether Winter, Autumn, Summer or Spring,

life is truly a wonderful thing.


Some say life is hard, some say life’s a gas,

some live in the lane that goes very fast.


But me I’m blessed with the life I lead

I’m not missing a bit of it, no indeed!


by Dean Bolton




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