Growing Up

                            Father And Me

Father and I go to the desert.

I am happy I see a tree, I say,

'Tee.'

Father says,

'Tree.'

I think it must be fun to climb the tree

But my father will in no way accede.

I watch a fruit as it abscises.

I pick it up with intent to incise it,

He shakes a finger,

'We must not linger.'

We walk until noon,

We are ready to swoon.

Father says,

'We can take a rest now,

Got ot go back to the tree now.'

Trees are something of a lug.

Father checks the tree for bugs.

We sit in the shade and think of sundry.

I say,

'Hungee.'

Father says,

'Hungry.'

Father breaks off twigs and makes a fire,

He roasts a fruit and satisfies my hunger.

We sit till evening

And I am cringing.

I say,

'Shleepy.'

Father says,

'Sleepy.'

He digs a hole

To trap the voles.

I play with branches,

He makes a lattice.