A long time ago,
I used to lie on my bed
and look out my window
and watch the big elm tree
as it died slowly.
And I used to watch the cars
as they traveled by,
some fast, some slow,
from right to left, and left to right,
and wonder where they were going to
and coming from.
Once from my window
I hit a bus with my BB gun.
I was scared,
because I knew I wasn't
supposed to shoot buses,
even though it was kind of fun.
And sometimes I used
to hide behind my curtains
and watch the pretty
girls walk by my house
coming back from
the pool in the park.
But mostly I used to lie
on my bed and think,
and watch the big elm tree
as it died slowly.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
A long time ago,
I used to lie on my bed
and look out my window
and watch the big elm tree
as it died slowly.
And I used to watch the cars
as they traveled by,
some fast, some slow,
from right to left, and left to right,
and wonder where they were going to
and coming from.
Once from my window
I hit a bus with my BB gun.
I was scared,
because I knew I wasn't
supposed to shoot buses,
even though it was kind of fun.
And sometimes I used
to hide behind my curtains
and watch the pretty
girls walk by my house
coming back from
the pool in the park.
But mostly I used to lie
on my bed and think,
and watch the big elm tree
as it died slowly.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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