TREES
See the silver birch with her glowing sheen,
So prettily swaying her own special green,
Like some fair maiden wearing a silvern gown,
Standing in contrast to other trees rich brown.
Gaze at the evergreens that grace this great land,
See them like soldiers ever on guard they stand,
Tall, straight and stalwart they always seem to me,
Mingling beauty and their fragrance constantly.
There the mighty maple stands glorious for all to see,
Especially in the fall in her bright colourful majesty,
Next to the proud chestnut his arms stretched out wide,
For none of his shape and beauty does he want to hide.
The beautiful beech, the elegant elm all come to view
The flowing tamarack and weeping willow too
All deserve long verses of their loveliness to tell,
But just go out and see them and let your heart swell.
Then find a tree that blesses you and write a poem to,
Explain all the feeling that it stirs up deep within you,
As I write by a great ancient oak tree I gently lean,
Feel it’s strength and wonder of all it has ever seen.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 6 September 2004
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