Birch Trees & Broken Barns

Birch Trees & Broken Barns - Caroline Smith

If we were kids again

We'd hang out almost everyday

Running through woods at dawn

Finding the magic in things

And you'd help me climb the trees

Holding me up to the top of the branches

Open your book to read

The story that felt like we were already in

Where you're

The king

Of the apple trees

In the orchard where

I'd come to eat

We'd pull the wings off bees

To build a bed in the top of the barn

And humming through grass we'd sing

Out in the fields with the wind in our ears

Where nights

Are long

And in the day

You'd paint

And I'd write

About outer space

Where I'm

The queen

Of the creek

And the banks

Where you

Would come to drink

Swimming through birch and bark

I tell you my secrets of how I can fly

And I'll show you how tonight

Over bread and some white wine on ice

So I'll draw

A bath

And the will come in

And we'll write

This story as it begins

Where I'm

The queen

On those apple trees

By the bank so where you

We come to drink

And I

The fires

We're still live

In the pages of our book

That we have written

And as if

The wheels have turned to wings

Oh travel back

To our world

Filled with birch trees

And broken barns