It was just a green tree,
           But sure as can be
           It resembled a hen
           Just out of her pen.

           Her head often turned
           As though she yearned
           For her chicks to come near
           Where they would not fear.

           Her wings would go up and down,
           Sometimes nearly to the ground
           Where her chicks would run for cover
           'Neath the shelter of their mother.

           The wind that blew that summer day
           Had moved the branches in such a way
           My mind had played a trick on me
           For it was just a lovely tree.

           By Ethel Foote 



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