Graham's Up The Tree
Video of Book - Narrated by author Michael Pardy
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At six o'clock the window squeaks...
...and mum calls time.
Her cricket kids traipse in and wash their hands.
Billy gets there last, wiggles up a spot.
Takes a piece and says...
"Graham's up the tree."
"Little Gray's up the tree, right up the top. He's higher than he’s ever got."
"He's hiding in the giant willow weeping leaves."
We listen as we eat our sausage stew and sure enough it comes- his koo wee drum.
His long kooo wee that says: "Its me, I’m up my tree!"
We make a move to run but mum, she waves her stick- we stay & eat our tea.
Then her phone rings-
Rings loud out in the hall.
Someone says, "Can I leave the table please?" and we all run out.
We all jump and call and send koo wees to the koo wee sky!
Close one eye.
Look along my pointing arm, out past my finger tip.
See Graham there, can see you see his feet? His dangling knobbly knees?
With leaves for hair, he's made himself a crown. He's sitting on the throne looking down.
A door bangs.
It's his yelling dad, yelling, "Graham get down."
" Graham, you get down here!"
"Graham, get yourself down here now!"
The briquettes fly and arch like shiny black sparrows.
The first hits close, the second too!
But after three they start to drop.
His old man knows the war is lost.
Gives up, stomps off.
See him clear now! The branch is moving with his jig of victory!
Graham's up the tree!
Graham's up the tree... Where no adult can go.
He's standing in the sky, standing up for us below.
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