(1812-1889 / London / England)

The Money Tree (Children)

I dreamed I grew a money tree
outside in my yard.
My job was to care for it
and I worked very hard.

I saw that it was watered.
It grew so straight and tall
and when the money ripened
I picked it in the fall.

The flowers were green dollar bills,
the seeds inside were coins,
and others grew and glittered
where all the branches joined.

On windy days I stood below
and held a great big bucket.
Other days I climbed right up
to find one ripe and pluck it.

People say that money
doesn't really grow on trees.
I know. I only wish it did
just like in my dreams.

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Comments (3)

How enchanting spring is in England, usually coming after a long cold winter. For me, it was the time when cricket matches started again. 'Oh, to be in England/ Now that April's there, '. The beauty of which he writes is to do with nature.
a stanger in a strangeland dreaming of home
I love this poem along with many other people. It has a true essence and love of England as it was in the old days, an England of leafy lanes of afternoon tea and church bells and cricket on Sunday in the fields. It is so memorable. It has a nice Rhythum of a slower pace than modern music will allow the soul to find. Ah the peace of Browning's England be forever writ apon the page! Enjoy for the modern pace will seldom allow such joyous capture again.