The Potion Pot Tree

A hollowed out tree stump full of memories

Of children making potions living across the road from me

Peeling brown bark, covered by dead leaves

Surrounded by a field of love and young beliefs

Sun shining brightly through a canopy of trees

Blown and shaken with a cool and soothing breeze

Little kids and students come to make potions

After school, when the gates to freedom reopen 

Adding ingredients into the cauldron's deep, wooden pits

Dirt, water, sticks, everything possible on an imaginary list

Kids yelling with glee, what more can you ask?

Wildlife wandering around in the luscious, long, green grass

The Potion Pot cures all kids' nightmares and worries

With all of its lifelong dreams and sweet old stories