"'Backward, turn backward, O time in thy flight,
Make me a child again, just for tonight,
Mother, come back from that echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore.
Into the old cradle I'm longing to creep,
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.'
"I stood beneath the old oak tree and it seemed to carry on a conversation with me. It seemed to say:
"'Hello Bill. Is that you?'
"'Yes, it's I, old tree.'
"'Well, you've got a bald spot on the top of your head.