This book is dedicated to:
My two sons, Carson and Parker Robinson.

Leaves blowing in the wind.
Roots protruding into the sand.
The birds around you sing.
Oh I wonder how many rings.









You are made of wood.
I can speak, I bet you wish you could.
In fall, you lose your leaves.
Oh I wonder how many rings.

















Mr. Fox below you barks,
As it begins to grow dark.
Bees fly by, Zing!!!
Oh I wonder how many rings.





I love to hug your trunk.
Mrs. Squirrel is a chunk.
You are a living thing.
Oh I wonder how many rings.



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This book is dedicated to:
My two sons, Carson and Parker Robinson.

Leaves blowing in the wind.
Roots protruding into the sand.
The birds around you sing.
Oh I wonder how many rings.









You are made of wood.
I can speak, I bet you wish you could.
In fall, you lose your leaves.
Oh I wonder how many rings.

















Mr. Fox below you barks,
As it begins to grow dark.
Bees fly by, Zing!!!
Oh I wonder how many rings.




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