THE LEGEND OF THE BONE TREE

A long time ago,

For reasons unknown,

Rather than eat his treat,

A dog decided to bury a bone.

Where the bone was buried,

Was a magical space,

And over time,

Something magical took place.

The bone began,

To shimmer and glow.

Then the bone took root,

And began to grow.

The bone grew straight and true ,

Into a mighty Bone Tree,

With more bones on its branches,

Than the eye could see.

There were bones of every flavor.

Every shape and size.

Picked fresh from the tree,

Every bone was a prize.

Tales of the Bone Tree,

Spread far and wide

There were bones to pick,

All puns aside.

The Bone Tree became famous.

And its legend grew.

Now every dog wants,

A Bone Tree bone to chew.

Every dog loves a bone,

They’re  treats as well as food.

And Bone Tree bones,

Are meant to be chewed.

If you visit the Bone Tree,

Be sure to bring a doggy bag,

Because a bag full of bones,

Is guaranteed to make tails wag.

So if you happen to see a dog,

Walking down a tree lined street,

Chances are he’s looking for the Bone Tree,

And a good bone to eat.

Michael D. Schafer

 © July 20, 2013